RONIN
Leaving their companions to it, Ronin kisses the back of his husband's hand (and what a beautiful debutant he makes) and leads them towards the bathroom, only releasing him so he can also pull his shirt over his head. "Did you though?" he asks, his voice muffled since his head is still stuck in his shirt, but his excitement is palpable. "You'd tell me if there was a chocolate statue of me somewhere, right?" Grinning, he also tosses his shirt into their hamper and reaches out to slip his fingers in the waist of Remi's pants, drawing him closer.
"I solemnly swear not to talk about your balls any more today," he assures him, reaching out to turn on the shower whilst simultaneously leaning in for a kiss that promises much better sex than any they might have in a snowdrift. And there's always tomorrow to confirm that besides. With eager fingers, the Huntsman is already trying to unbutton Remi's pants, wanting nothing more than the feel of his body pressed against the other man's.
"I solemnly swear not to talk about your balls any more today," he assures him, reaching out to turn on the shower whilst simultaneously leaning in for a kiss that promises much better sex than any they might have in a snowdrift. And there's always tomorrow to confirm that besides. With eager fingers, the Huntsman is already trying to unbutton Remi's pants, wanting nothing more than the feel of his body pressed against the other man's.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
