I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Either works for me," Ronin says with a smile that's as filthy as it is sweet. "I got more kisses, whatever you want to call it." And he'd do it again, too. He's fully aware of the Lullaby's eyes on him; more than used to it by now, and by more than just Remi, Ronin tilts his head and chuckles into the scrape of Remi's cheek against his own. He tries and fails to cringe away from the nibble to his ear, his free hand slipping up and into soft curls.
Of course the Star is willing to help his husband with whatever he needs, but there's something suspicious about just how keen Remi is, and as the travelling tongue rolls from his lips and sends all the blood straight south again, Ronin can only squirm and laugh. His hand risks sneaking further up Remi's leg, and finally he glances up at his face. "Go on then," he murmurs. "What is it?"
Of course the Star is willing to help his husband with whatever he needs, but there's something suspicious about just how keen Remi is, and as the travelling tongue rolls from his lips and sends all the blood straight south again, Ronin can only squirm and laugh. His hand risks sneaking further up Remi's leg, and finally he glances up at his face. "Go on then," he murmurs. "What is it?"
RONIN
