like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”Not a hot fuck nor a cold one, or anything in between.” No amount of lukewarm fucks could change Ronin’s mind in this fantasy of theirs, of the sway of a boat beneath them or the splash of salt water against skin warmed by the sun. The touch of Remi’s fingers was doing a great job of lulling Ronin off into the spaces between sleeping and waking, and he smiled into his husband’s curls as he spoke again, his stomach rumbling as if to punctuate the very obvious lie. He remained where he was as Remi went to sit up, blinking up at him with tired blue eyes that grew concerned at the other man’s hesitation. ”Are you alright?” he asked, brow furrowing. Of all things to happen, a piece of fucking jerky appearing in his husband’s hands wasn’t it. ”You’re so fucking weird,” he said affectionately, accepting the jerky and painstakingly sitting up so he could eat. ”I wanted eggs and bacon, but this will do.” He winked.