even my darkness shines for you
Ronin's lips part as if to tell Remi exactly where, but he manages to clamp his teeth around it lest he steer even more off course. It's like he can tell that he's stepped over the line of whatever coy game they're playing with each other. Except coy isn't really the right word, because this isn't pretending at shyness, at nerves. This is the real deal, and the heat in Ronin's cheeks is only testament to it. "Well," he says. "For the purposes of this, could you try to pretend, even if it's only for the next twenty seconds?"
Because fuck if Ronin doesn't feel the anticipation in his bones, and his grip on the leather harness has his knuckles turning white, both hands clamped around it as if he's had the same thought as his husband. Granted, he's not thinking about what they had for breakfast, or whether Remi has had a shave; he's drowning in sea green, in the warmth that seems to roll off the Lullaby with how close he suddenly is.
"I want," he all but mumbles, drawing in a shivery breath and stepping forward as well. It's slow at the same time as it's electric, the way he leans in - and it's barely a kiss, compared to their usual antics - a slow and gentle brush of his lips against Remi's, as chaste as any nervous teenager, but it's enough to send his heart hammering. His eyes slip shut, as if he can take a snapshot of this moment in his mind, and he punctuates the kiss with a gentle smile.
It's hell to try and pull away, and everything in Ronin wants to linger, so he draws back with his whole body in the end. Blinking his eyes back open, there's no man on Caido who can succeed in turning Ronin into a giddy mess like the man before him, and he exhales in a whoosh. "See? Easy, right?"
Because fuck if Ronin doesn't feel the anticipation in his bones, and his grip on the leather harness has his knuckles turning white, both hands clamped around it as if he's had the same thought as his husband. Granted, he's not thinking about what they had for breakfast, or whether Remi has had a shave; he's drowning in sea green, in the warmth that seems to roll off the Lullaby with how close he suddenly is.
"I want," he all but mumbles, drawing in a shivery breath and stepping forward as well. It's slow at the same time as it's electric, the way he leans in - and it's barely a kiss, compared to their usual antics - a slow and gentle brush of his lips against Remi's, as chaste as any nervous teenager, but it's enough to send his heart hammering. His eyes slip shut, as if he can take a snapshot of this moment in his mind, and he punctuates the kiss with a gentle smile.
It's hell to try and pull away, and everything in Ronin wants to linger, so he draws back with his whole body in the end. Blinking his eyes back open, there's no man on Caido who can succeed in turning Ronin into a giddy mess like the man before him, and he exhales in a whoosh. "See? Easy, right?"
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