the things we hold are always the first to go
It’s the look on Remi’s face that does it, Ronin closing his eyes for a moment to relish their closeness, the way his husband’s arms lock so tightly around him. ”If our roles were reversed right now, what would you say to me?” he wonders softly, leaning up to kiss the corner of Remi’s mouth. ”If you’re worried... you won’t enjoy it,” he says slowly, considering the words even as he says them, trying to put himself in the other man’s shoes.
Eventually he shifts out of the Alchemist’s arms, taking his hands to guide him off the bay window and back onto the bed; even as he moves he’s scattering kisses across Remi’s face, as if trying to soothe away the frown that has spread like storm overhead. ”C’mere,” he whispers, his arms winding around his husband even as he collapses into the pillows.
”What about it is worse? Is it that you think you’ll... I don’t know, fuck up somehow? And that I’ll just stay because I’ve told you I will? That you’ll fall head over heels for Ianto and I’ll never move on?” He raises his eyebrows.
Eventually he shifts out of the Alchemist’s arms, taking his hands to guide him off the bay window and back onto the bed; even as he moves he’s scattering kisses across Remi’s face, as if trying to soothe away the frown that has spread like storm overhead. ”C’mere,” he whispers, his arms winding around his husband even as he collapses into the pillows.
”What about it is worse? Is it that you think you’ll... I don’t know, fuck up somehow? And that I’ll just stay because I’ve told you I will? That you’ll fall head over heels for Ianto and I’ll never move on?” He raises his eyebrows.
