RONIN
Why not? It’s the first question Ronin wants to ask and it’s probably a good thing that his tongue his busy; he’d be lying if he said that the admission didn’t cause guilt to curl in the pit of his stomach (it does nothing to stop the heat there, though). He’d been out here in Stormbreak using sex and booze as a crutch, and Remi? Well, he was sure they’d talk about it in time.
For now it’s all the Star can do to pull his husband closer, as if to make up for it, and his fingers are already sneaking across Remi’s lower back and slipping into the waistband of his underwear when the snippets of sentences reach his ears. ”Are you?” he wonders between kisses. Is Remi fine without (whatever punctuates the end of that sentence)?
Either way, Ronin is here regardless, though he can’t stop the way he wants to arch into the man in his lap; Remi isn’t the only one wearing very little, and the Lullaby already knows all too well exactly what he does to his husband. ”Whatever you want,” Ronin manages eventually, wanting nothing more than to keep him close. How close is up to the other man.
For now it’s all the Star can do to pull his husband closer, as if to make up for it, and his fingers are already sneaking across Remi’s lower back and slipping into the waistband of his underwear when the snippets of sentences reach his ears. ”Are you?” he wonders between kisses. Is Remi fine without (whatever punctuates the end of that sentence)?
Either way, Ronin is here regardless, though he can’t stop the way he wants to arch into the man in his lap; Remi isn’t the only one wearing very little, and the Lullaby already knows all too well exactly what he does to his husband. ”Whatever you want,” Ronin manages eventually, wanting nothing more than to keep him close. How close is up to the other man.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
