there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Wincing a bit as he continues to gather up snow, Ronin shakes his head. "Honestly, I'd not want to risk it with what it's supposed to do to members of the Order," he mutters. "Keeling over on foot is one thing, but ending up unconscious and then falling from a great height seems like it would add insult to injury." He chuckles to himself, though, having had a sudden thought. "I wonder if someone could move it to us," he says. "Just transfer it onto a wagon and pull it to the border."
Ronin glances over his shoulder at the mere implication of his husband settling in behind him, and it's with a positively smouldering look that he tracks his movements away again. Is he disappointed? Fuck yes. Will he capitalise on it again later? Also fuck yes. "I don't see why not," he reasons as the base of their snow penis practically doubles in size with the addition of tentacles. "Why do you ask?"
Ronin glances over his shoulder at the mere implication of his husband settling in behind him, and it's with a positively smouldering look that he tracks his movements away again. Is he disappointed? Fuck yes. Will he capitalise on it again later? Also fuck yes. "I don't see why not," he reasons as the base of their snow penis practically doubles in size with the addition of tentacles. "Why do you ask?"
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