there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Basking in the merry glow of their snowdick, all their other threads of conversation (apart from the sex in a snowbank one, obviously) vanish from Ronin's mind, and he circles around to stand proudly with his husband. "I completely agree," he whispers with a dramatic sniffle of emotion, slipping an arm around Remi's waist despite the fact that his fingers have long gone numb.
In the time it has taken for them to play in the snow, twilight has settled into full nighttime, and the glow of the gigantic memory snow penis is all the more enchanting for it. "Shall I run off and touch all our balls now too?" he asks with a grin, leaning in to kiss the small amount of cheek visible above Remi's scarf.
In the time it has taken for them to play in the snow, twilight has settled into full nighttime, and the glow of the gigantic memory snow penis is all the more enchanting for it. "Shall I run off and touch all our balls now too?" he asks with a grin, leaning in to kiss the small amount of cheek visible above Remi's scarf.
RONIN
