the baffled king composing hallelujah
”Oh, absolutely,” Ronin says with a smile, ”among other things.” Feeling the heartbeat return to his finger is a relief he doesn’t expect to feel, and that combined with wanting to tell Remi all about these other things prevents him from being able to react when he’s shoved over in the mud. It’s thoroughly cold on his bare back, and he’s going to need multiple showers after this; and yet, the hot touch of his husband’s mouth on his skin has him all but relaxing into it.
A muddy hand comes up to cup Remi’s cheek, the Star flashing him a crooked grin. ”I imagine there’s someone out there who could do it. What’d you fancy getting? My initials on your ass cheek?” He winks, leaning up for another kiss since they’re out here getting dirty anyways.
A muddy hand comes up to cup Remi’s cheek, the Star flashing him a crooked grin. ”I imagine there’s someone out there who could do it. What’d you fancy getting? My initials on your ass cheek?” He winks, leaning up for another kiss since they’re out here getting dirty anyways.
