long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Fifth in the morning it is, then; Ronin is smiling stupidly even with his cracked glass and his husband engaging in relentless teasing. The Huntsman is about to take another sip of his drink, in fact, when Remi suggests their next example of normal behaviour, and he turns his head just in time to be caught in the kiss. The sweet bite of the gin has him moaning softly against his husband's lips, and Remi will find that Ronin's pants have grown very tight beneath his hand. "You are being quite unfair," he mumbles when they part, not that he sounds at all like he wants it to stop. "And you are very good at it," he continues, leaning in for another kiss. He's not really able to offer Remi a taste of his drink given that he's forgotten that he's fucking holding it, and this time he does arch into the fingers against his crotch, as if to encourage the Lullaby further.