hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
'Gods I wish.' Remi all but purrs in response. 'Though there are times that sex helps.' He adds with a shrug, having pawed Ronin awake in the middle of the night, or come home only to assault his husband with unexplained kisses and fingers reaching instantly for the buttons of his pants.
"I would, yeah." Remi agrees, feeling heat rise and swell from the base of his spine into his fingertips. "There will likely be parts of you that...do not want to hunt with anyone else. Dragons are large enough predators that I do not imagine they typically hunt in pairs or packs." He says, squeezing his husband's hands (and trying to ignore the urge to shove them down the front of his pants given that they've just been talking about sex as an outlet).
'So we can start small...as I should have done before." Crookedly, Remi leans forward to softly kiss Ronin's lips, before shifting into something quite small indeed. On his head now, Oria trills, grabbing hold of his feathers and looking quite appropriately sized on the hawk.
"I would, yeah." Remi agrees, feeling heat rise and swell from the base of his spine into his fingertips. "There will likely be parts of you that...do not want to hunt with anyone else. Dragons are large enough predators that I do not imagine they typically hunt in pairs or packs." He says, squeezing his husband's hands (and trying to ignore the urge to shove them down the front of his pants given that they've just been talking about sex as an outlet).
'So we can start small...as I should have done before." Crookedly, Remi leans forward to softly kiss Ronin's lips, before shifting into something quite small indeed. On his head now, Oria trills, grabbing hold of his feathers and looking quite appropriately sized on the hawk.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
