RONIN
No one else is going to touch you if I have anything to do with it, Ronin almost croons down the bond to Remi, his lips parting to deepen the kiss, his hands greedily trying to get more of his husband's touch. Gods, how do you always do this to me? he wonders, his words halfway to a growl as he arches against his hand. The snow might as well be a hot shower at this point, Ronin reluctantly dragging one of his hands away that he might playfully tug at the other man's curls.
"How cold do you want to be?" he asks with a wicked grin, his kisses travelling along Remi's throat even as his hips tilt forward, as if to create as much heat and friction as he possibly can with their limited options. "Whatever you decide, I'm sure I could warm you up after either way."
"How cold do you want to be?" he asks with a wicked grin, his kisses travelling along Remi's throat even as his hips tilt forward, as if to create as much heat and friction as he possibly can with their limited options. "Whatever you decide, I'm sure I could warm you up after either way."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
