RONIN
Oh, Ronin can imagine well enough without at all needing any help from his husband or his feelings, but Remi is (naturally) a relentless little shit. With a grumble, the Star settles over his husband once again, kissing the crook of his neck and up against his throat. Already his blood roars in his ears with every beat of his heart, and as Remi continues, his teeth nipping against the Star's ear, he's pretty much putty in his husband's arms.
Angry, possessive putty.
"Shut up," he mutters, unsure whether or not he even means it. Either way, he leans in to seal away anything else Remi might be keen to say (little difference it might make) with a kiss, his tongue and teeth working to silence the thoughts as well as the words that are working so well to wind him up.
Will he wake the rest of the street in the process? Maybe.
~FIN
Angry, possessive putty.
"Shut up," he mutters, unsure whether or not he even means it. Either way, he leans in to seal away anything else Remi might be keen to say (little difference it might make) with a kiss, his tongue and teeth working to silence the thoughts as well as the words that are working so well to wind him up.
Will he wake the rest of the street in the process? Maybe.
~FIN
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
