Ianto
"You say that in jest, but it sounds like a fantastic idea to me," Ianto muttered, his voice a little muffled where he was holding Remi so close. Holing up in his wagon and just being for a little bit was everything his bruised psyche needed and then some. He tsked softly in response to Remi's protests, pressing his eyes shut. "I shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled, though he didn't loosen his grip at all. "I should have let you go, to keep you safe."
And yet, here they were, and as Remi asked for a kiss Ianto barely waited for him to finish speaking. Fingers gently winding through the alchemist's curls, Ianto carefully tilted his head up so he could lean in and kiss Remi properly. It was filled with as much need and guilt as it was passion, but it didn't make it any less real.
And yet, here they were, and as Remi asked for a kiss Ianto barely waited for him to finish speaking. Fingers gently winding through the alchemist's curls, Ianto carefully tilted his head up so he could lean in and kiss Remi properly. It was filled with as much need and guilt as it was passion, but it didn't make it any less real.
