RONIN
Mm, okay. Good point. Ronin smiles against his husband's shoulder, one hand grazing along Remi's side while the other continues to brace against the bed, holding him easily over the other man. The mention of his dragoons facing off against little old Remi, or taking him down has precisely the effect that Remi would expect. There's a rumbling in Ronin's chest that's reminiscent of a growl, though of course there are no predators lurking under his skin to fuel it.
"Absolutely not," he mumbles in response as to whether he could handle it, and he huffs against the side of Remi's neck before shifting back enough that the other man might finally turn over and let Ronin continue his affections onto the Lullaby's chest. "I like that robe. I don't want it torn to shreds," he decides with a little smile, letting his fingers trail over Remi's hips and stomach.
"Absolutely not," he mumbles in response as to whether he could handle it, and he huffs against the side of Remi's neck before shifting back enough that the other man might finally turn over and let Ronin continue his affections onto the Lullaby's chest. "I like that robe. I don't want it torn to shreds," he decides with a little smile, letting his fingers trail over Remi's hips and stomach.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
