the things we hold are always the first to go
"Believe me, it most certainly was not boring," Ronin mumbled, grinning and letting his arm curl around Remi as he flopped down beside him, the hunter exhaling deeply and still feeling his legs and hips wanting to shiver with the effort of what they had done together. Utterly spent and unable to remember the last time, truly, that he'd been able to lay and enjoy someone's presence after sex, Ronin glanced languidly down at Remi as he spoke.
His smile was positively filthy. "You go out at all hours," he said. "What's a monster hunter to do alone in bed at night?" Imagine all of the dirty and thoroughly enjoyable things he might get up to with his roommate, obviously. Still, as content as Remi was, the expression was only echoed in Ronin, and he had to try and stop himself from instantly falling asleep. "Are you okay?" he asked suddenly. After everything, this had been... well. Zero to a hundred.
His smile was positively filthy. "You go out at all hours," he said. "What's a monster hunter to do alone in bed at night?" Imagine all of the dirty and thoroughly enjoyable things he might get up to with his roommate, obviously. Still, as content as Remi was, the expression was only echoed in Ronin, and he had to try and stop himself from instantly falling asleep. "Are you okay?" he asked suddenly. After everything, this had been... well. Zero to a hundred.
