there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I think it's more that I rarely dream of you being in bed," Ronin counters, having no qualms about letting the sleepy rumble of his voice grace the air. He'd joined the Attuned party relatively late compared to his husband, and it still doesn't occur to him automatically that he might use thought as a substitute for vocalisation. (That, and his lips are not doing anything nearly so important). "We're usually off on some adventure somewhere." Granted, he can see how his compliment might lose its weight when given to the type of dreamer Remi happened to be.
Blue eyes slip shut again as warm lips sneak ever closer towards his own, Ronin helpfully tilting his head as if that might assist his husband in his endeavours. "It's only dawn," he murmurs, a touch wonderingly, though he has never and will never be the type to say no to such affections, no matter where they might lead. (It's either going to be somewhere pleasant or somewhere weird, depending on the mood of Remi's hand - that's Ronin's experience, anyway).
Blue eyes slip shut again as warm lips sneak ever closer towards his own, Ronin helpfully tilting his head as if that might assist his husband in his endeavours. "It's only dawn," he murmurs, a touch wonderingly, though he has never and will never be the type to say no to such affections, no matter where they might lead. (It's either going to be somewhere pleasant or somewhere weird, depending on the mood of Remi's hand - that's Ronin's experience, anyway).
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