RONIN
the darkstar
"An excuse to see me?" Ronin grins to his husband, a hand fluttering to his chest as if to ask really? little old me? before Remi is reaching out to fix his collar and the Star is busy trying to look like the big bad member of the Order that he's supposed to be. He fails, of course, looking instead like the lovestruck idiot that he is, and he's already slipping an arm around Remi so they can walk into the training area together.
"But...?" He tilts his head, as if to ask what else Remi would have to say about it, before slanting a smile in his direction and leaning in to kiss his curls. "No magic, but we can hit as hard as we like?" he suggests. "If I let you wallop me hard enough, maybe you'll need to play doctor again." The arm around the other man's waist has already slipped to his ass, giving it an appreciative fondle.
"But...?" He tilts his head, as if to ask what else Remi would have to say about it, before slanting a smile in his direction and leaning in to kiss his curls. "No magic, but we can hit as hard as we like?" he suggests. "If I let you wallop me hard enough, maybe you'll need to play doctor again." The arm around the other man's waist has already slipped to his ass, giving it an appreciative fondle.
