RONIN
"But of course," says Ronin of the hypothetical, his head tilting ever so slightly to welcome Remi's lips against the shell of his ear, his smiles and teasing words and all. He swears he can almost feel the heat in the flush of his cheeks, and his grip grows just a little tigher around the other man's waist. Whether it's the stag in him or the dragon is beyond Ronin by now, but whatever it is suddenly wants to blanket Remi entirely, to cover him in kisses and sweet nothings until no part of him is left untouched.
It's the Huntsman's turn to lean in this time, his lips whispering softly over Remi's cheek, even as his hands continue to roam upwards, over the expanse of his ribcage and his chest. "You are still a priority over dinnertime," he says with a flash of a grin - because that really is saying something, for Ronin. "I'm not sure it would be a waste, though. I'd just call it being thorough, right?" Another kiss, this time pressed just beneath Remi's jaw, not quite against his throat.
"I feel like I was gone for longer than just a few days. I hate it."
It's the Huntsman's turn to lean in this time, his lips whispering softly over Remi's cheek, even as his hands continue to roam upwards, over the expanse of his ribcage and his chest. "You are still a priority over dinnertime," he says with a flash of a grin - because that really is saying something, for Ronin. "I'm not sure it would be a waste, though. I'd just call it being thorough, right?" Another kiss, this time pressed just beneath Remi's jaw, not quite against his throat.
"I feel like I was gone for longer than just a few days. I hate it."
a star in someone else's sky
