RONIN
the dark star
It's horrific, really, how much Ronin has missed these disgusting displays of affection. Even in a dream where none of it is real, the act gets precisely the reaction his husband is looking for. "Augh, why--" He coughs around the already sort-of-chewed grape, trying to swat Remi's hands away from his belly button. "Listen, you," he says, trying not to giggle even as he tries to fight the Lullaby on top of him so he can sprawl under him like a blanket. "I am trying to do something nice."
Ronin isn't sure if it's possible to become breathless in a dream, but he manages it, panting under the weight of his husband and purposely winding his arms around him to nestle up against the side of Remi's neck. The grape, of course, is sandwiched between them still, and it popped a while ago.
Ronin isn't sure if it's possible to become breathless in a dream, but he manages it, panting under the weight of his husband and purposely winding his arms around him to nestle up against the side of Remi's neck. The grape, of course, is sandwiched between them still, and it popped a while ago.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
