the things we hold are always the first to go
"I have often wondered if I would make a good," Ronin said playfully, proving the point in an instant that he would find it thoroughly impossible to stay quiet - even if it meant being invisible. Nudging Remi back, he flashed the other man a boyish grin and shrugged his shoulders as if to tell him that maybe he was feeling coy since it had come up. Woe was him, he would have to turn up to their wedding in a snowsuit.
He would never tire of hearing those three words, he thought, something warm blooming in Ronin's chest as he looked up at Remi. His lips parted to give his love in return, but instead he found them captured in a kiss (not that he minded at all). Humming approval and turning a little to pull Remi closer, Ronin was in no rush to part from his lover, even if it made breathing difficult.
He would never tire of hearing those three words, he thought, something warm blooming in Ronin's chest as he looked up at Remi. His lips parted to give his love in return, but instead he found them captured in a kiss (not that he minded at all). Humming approval and turning a little to pull Remi closer, Ronin was in no rush to part from his lover, even if it made breathing difficult.
