[SE] hark the heralds

RONIN

Remi isn't the only one who half wishes that someone would stumble upon them, and if Ronin's claw-tipped fingers leave accidental lines of red across his husband's skin, then he'll be sure to kiss them away in the coming hours. For now, though, whilst there's no Ascended teeth to speak of, that doesn't mean that Ronin's aren't sharp, and he hums a note of hunger and need against the Lullaby's throat. It's a sound that cuts off into a ragged gasp at the hand that comes sneaking between his legs to grasp his cock, and Ronin tries and fails not to arch into the touch.

Do something about it is probably one of the last things that makes any sense to echo through his mind, before Ronin succumbs completely to sensation and the wants of his body. He surges forward to press Remi back into the snowbank, one hand still buried in the back of his curls, the other snaking across his hip and up beneath his shirt, though he doesn't go in for the kill right away. Not with his husband's grip still tight around him.

Instead, he does something comparatively unexpected; Ronin leans up to seal Remi's lips with a kiss, one as soft and deep and romantic as any he might have offered while swooning on the porch of their boat. His touch turns suddenly gentle and all consuming, and he sends a flood of love down their Attuned bond that doesn't dampen the itch he needs to scratch one bit.

soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl