run away and take me with you
"Mm, but this will be a better party hat. Also I'm pretty sure that was a crown before, that's different," Ronin objects, his voice quiet and muffled where he is, indeed, taking advantage of Remi bearing his throat for him. And whilst he agrees that he doesn't have to wear the hat on his head (not the one on his shoulders anyway), he hasn't quite decided what he wants to fashion it out of.
And he won't think about that for the rest of the night, with the way Remi's legs lock around his waist. Sprawled contently atop his husband, Ronin is about to kiss the alchemist in earnest when tentacles come puckering at his toes, and he lets out a mewl of protest and tries to squirm and roll them over. "You're a menace," he growls affectionately. "And gods if I don't love it."
And he won't think about that for the rest of the night, with the way Remi's legs lock around his waist. Sprawled contently atop his husband, Ronin is about to kiss the alchemist in earnest when tentacles come puckering at his toes, and he lets out a mewl of protest and tries to squirm and roll them over. "You're a menace," he growls affectionately. "And gods if I don't love it."
don't let go, i need your rescue
RONIN
