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Remi choked as Bastien so very cavalierly mentioned just whiping his cock out, flinching far more dramatically than he intended to at the chill of the paint as Bastien swiped paint against his nipple. The thought of Bastien’s unfettered manhood being suddenly unleashed along with the texture of the paint on a fairly sensitive part of his body was a very weird mixture that brought an immediate blush to his cheeks. Though the approach of Ronin was made the colour of his cheeks look positively washed out compared to what it would be. Glancing over his shoulder and seeing Ronin arrive, Remi did a full on double take. He couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn down to the not so subtle muscular V poking out of Ronin’s trousers—slung far too low on his hips. ”R-rr” Remi stuttered, eyes falling back front and centre (at Bastien, as it happened) as he felt heat creeping up from his neck towards his ears. ...Remi needs someone to ravage him... “I doubt it is off the table for Ronin, but know that he is more likely to break your table instead.” Remi said with a crooked grin, recalling how the ex-captain had broken Loren’s table once when they had... ...well that was an awkward thought to suddenly be having. With a cough, Remi swallowed and tried to take a steadying breath. “Besides, that would smudge this beautifully work you have done. “ R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space