there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Remi's eyebrows raise and Ronin's softly furrow in confusion; he's about to ask his husband what's wrong (because he's still too dozy to notice Remi being smitten when he sees it) when wicked lips drop down to purr into his ear. Stuttering in a breath, it still surprises him just how flustered the travelling tongue trilling from the Lullaby's throat makes him. Surprise isn't enough to ward away the pink flush that feels as though its shooting from his cheeks and down onto his neck, though, and Ronin's finds himself moving quite without giving his body permission.
Warm hands reach out as he rolls atop his husband, the temperature be damned, their mess of blankets tangling further with his movement. "Well, then," he mumbles against Remi's chest, stretching along the length of his body until there are no parts of them that can't somehow be aligned. "I suppose I cannot say no to that, can I?"
Warm hands reach out as he rolls atop his husband, the temperature be damned, their mess of blankets tangling further with his movement. "Well, then," he mumbles against Remi's chest, stretching along the length of his body until there are no parts of them that can't somehow be aligned. "I suppose I cannot say no to that, can I?"
RONIN
