gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
”Brief Man has many talents,” Ronin remarks, blue eyes fluttering shut at the kisses and attention, though the sudden tongue in his ear puts a swift stop to that. Trying to cringe away with a noise that has no words but definitely displays outrage and mild disgust, Ronin takes a swipe at Remi, but of course his husband is already gone, and the Star sneaks upstairs while grumbling a variety of threats and curses. And the odd attempt at an ass grab, of course.
Stretching and clicking their bedroom door shut, he of course follows suit and peels off a large part of his clothing; even with the rain, it doesn’t take much to get too warm with the heat that kindles between the two men. ”Pathological?” he repeats with a boyish chuckle, clambering astride Remi so he can run dexterous hands over the Alchemist’s back and shoulders, working out tension from the muscles. ”Gosh, I can’t imagine why. Bit of a strong sentiment though, don’t you think?”
Stretching and clicking their bedroom door shut, he of course follows suit and peels off a large part of his clothing; even with the rain, it doesn’t take much to get too warm with the heat that kindles between the two men. ”Pathological?” he repeats with a boyish chuckle, clambering astride Remi so he can run dexterous hands over the Alchemist’s back and shoulders, working out tension from the muscles. ”Gosh, I can’t imagine why. Bit of a strong sentiment though, don’t you think?”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
