long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "What, right here?" Ronin's voice is little more than a breathy whisper, and no part of him sounds as if he's particularly against it if it comes to that. Of course, if they're going for normal then they probably don't want to get banned from this bar within an hour of walking in for the first time - and yet, Ronin's ability to reason with his thinking head is rapidly diminishing. He slips an arm around Remi's waist, lips parting at the friction worked against his arousal by some very talented fingers. Dropping soft and distracted kisses against the Lullaby's jawline, Ronin abandons his drink (it's fine, the glass is ruined anyway) and lets his free hand press against Remi's, as if to urge him on. "Shall we get out of here?" he mumbles into the other man's ear. "Otherwise we might not be able to come back for a second date."