[SE] keeping it lit

and my heart ran away with me

Remi’s answer is immediate and theatrically earnest, his head shaking even as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "A liar? No, of course not," he insists, all wide-eyed innocence for precisely half a second before it breaks, his grin turning boyish and unmistakably fond. "It’s just that you seem perpetually unaware of how hot you are," he adds lightly. "You,on your knees like that, is absolutely the sort of thing that could start a fire."

He melts into the kiss without hesitation, the world narrowing down to warmth and salt and the familiar fit of Ronin against him. Through his magic, emotion blooms in colour—sun-bright gold threaded with soft, steady blues, the pulse of affection flaring vivid and alive—and it mirrors something in Remi himself, a flush of love that feels as fresh now as it ever did. Years, wars, losses, all of it falls away in the face of that constancy, the quiet marvel that his love and desire for this man have never dulled, never thinned with time.

"I love you too," Remi hums back against Ronin’s lips, the words warm and certain, carried on a breath that barely leaves space between them. He steals another kiss immediately after, unhurried and lingering, as though committing the moment to memory even as he lives it.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)