this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin is drunk on this moment, and he's not sure whether Remi knows or cares quite what he's doing to him. There's arousal (because of course there is, and Ronin will never not want to have his husband in every way available) but mostly the Star just craves more of all of this. More touching, more closeness, more heat and more of the sensation of Remi's lips on his neck. He's almost paralysed with it, his head tilting willingly to welcome the attention to his neck and collarbones, and it's only after a moment or so that his hands remember to move as well. "I'll carry you," he suggests, despite having absolutely willpower to do that in the present moment. Remi's fingers trail fire over his body, and it's all Ronin can do to clasp him closer, to lean his cheek against soft curls and close his eyes to watch the pale half-light dance behind them. "Mm... we were," he agrees. "How did that end? On the kitchen floor, or on the stairs?" Scoffing, Ronin turns to let his lips brush across Remi's hair, inhaling the sweet familiarity of him in a world that was so comparatively different. "Well, if I turn around, would you hug my back while I make us drinks?"