RONIN
the white knight
"Not even a bit out of place," Ronin agrees, and later the mental image will be enough to really tempt him to make it into a reality. For now, though, his world is quickly narrowing to seaglass green and rough hands and messy curls, and he has no intention of wasting even a second in Remi's company. "I never hear you complain about how vocal I can be," he says through a wicked smile, reluctantly releasing the other man so he can tear off his shirt; alas, Ronin only gets a few buttons free before he's dragged back (oh noooo) against the Bastion.
"Daisies it is," he says, the words mumbled against the scruff of Remi's jaw, his hands dropping to the other man's hips. His husband will be able to feel the sudden crackle of teasing wickedness through the bond long before Ronin speaks again, but when he does, it shouldn't take too long for Remi to get his meaning. "How much of me do you want?" he whispers, and only a second later a second Knight presses up against Remi's back, as if to try and steal his attention entirely.
"Daisies it is," he says, the words mumbled against the scruff of Remi's jaw, his hands dropping to the other man's hips. His husband will be able to feel the sudden crackle of teasing wickedness through the bond long before Ronin speaks again, but when he does, it shouldn't take too long for Remi to get his meaning. "How much of me do you want?" he whispers, and only a second later a second Knight presses up against Remi's back, as if to try and steal his attention entirely.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
