even my darkness shines for you
"Mm. It really wasn't," Ronin says, as if realising his own mistake in not counting the seconds they were kissing, and in his mind's eye he's already thrown off the harness to draw Remi in closer. He knows his husband's body will fit against his in all the right places; he knows every place where the stroke of his fingers will draw a gasp from Remi's lips, every scar, every freckle.
And yet, outside of his mind, the Star has wrangled every ounce of his self-control to offer an apologetic smile to the other man. "Next time, we'll look at a clock beforehand?" he offers, clearing his throat and giving the wagon a tug to get it moving again. "Come on. Let's get this unloaded into the shop and then head out for lunch? Honestly, I don't feel like I can be trusted on my own with you right now..."
Since they're not pretending, though, he can't help but glance up at Remi as they walk. "How are we going to..." He chews at his lower lip, shrugging. "Are we going to need separate beds? I mean... I... when do we know that we're not..." Slapping bandages over their problems with sex? Gods, right now, Ronin has never wanted to bandage Remi up more.
And yet, outside of his mind, the Star has wrangled every ounce of his self-control to offer an apologetic smile to the other man. "Next time, we'll look at a clock beforehand?" he offers, clearing his throat and giving the wagon a tug to get it moving again. "Come on. Let's get this unloaded into the shop and then head out for lunch? Honestly, I don't feel like I can be trusted on my own with you right now..."
Since they're not pretending, though, he can't help but glance up at Remi as they walk. "How are we going to..." He chews at his lower lip, shrugging. "Are we going to need separate beds? I mean... I... when do we know that we're not..." Slapping bandages over their problems with sex? Gods, right now, Ronin has never wanted to bandage Remi up more.
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