RONIN
Remi's laugh has him smiling - it's a sound that utterly doesn't belong in this place, and he loves it all the more for it. His head tilts into the lingering touches, relishing the callouses he can feel on the other man's fingertips, the warmth of his hand, the way his skin tastes as Ronin presses his lips to the inside of his wrist. The sigh he lets out is fluttering and uncertain, like it wants so badly to believe that Remi is here that he's starting not to care if he's crazy.
"I don't know - bacon and eggs?" he suggests, knowing all too well that it isn't a number at all, but not giving a fuck regardless. He doesn't know the answer, and he's not really thinking about numbers when the heat and weight of his husband in his lap has parts of him waking up more quickly than others.
"I don't know - bacon and eggs?" he suggests, knowing all too well that it isn't a number at all, but not giving a fuck regardless. He doesn't know the answer, and he's not really thinking about numbers when the heat and weight of his husband in his lap has parts of him waking up more quickly than others.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
