RONIN
"I have a home - it's you," Ronin murmurs softly, the sentiment coming easily to him, corny as it might be. Remi flops onto his back and the Star is quick to follow, holding himself over his husband as the clouds fold around them, as the dreamscape blurs into colour and emotion. He's kissing Remi again before he can help himself, his fingers caressing soft curls and wandering down the strong musculature of his chest.
So busy is he lavishing his husband with attention and love that he barely hears, let alone understands the warning that Remi tries to give. Humming a note of annoyance against his lips, he pulls back enough to flash him a weary smile; it's as charming as he can make it, given the past few days. "All business already?" he asks, sitting back and astride the other man. "Fine, fine. What's the message?"
So busy is he lavishing his husband with attention and love that he barely hears, let alone understands the warning that Remi tries to give. Humming a note of annoyance against his lips, he pulls back enough to flash him a weary smile; it's as charming as he can make it, given the past few days. "All business already?" he asks, sitting back and astride the other man. "Fine, fine. What's the message?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
