RONIN
the dark star
Happily twined with his husband, Ronin could stay here until the wagon melts away into their memories again, especially with a sleepy, post-sex haze starting to drag at his psyche. He hums a wordless, blissful sigh against Remi's shoulder, his lips still pressed there as if he might never stop leaving kisses against the other man's skin. "I love you too," he whispers in a voice made hoarse by their exertions, his head tilting back enough that he can enjoy Remi's affections.
"I don't know what came over me," he admits with a breathless chuckle, a lazy smile curling across his lips even as he lets gentle hands stroke across the well defined musculature of his husband's torso. They've gotten caught up in each other plenty of times in the past, but there was something feral about this occasion that Ronin will happily admit to want to look for again (and again, and again, truth be told).
"It must be your fault," he decides, nibbling playfully at the shell of Remi's ear. "You drive me wild."
"I don't know what came over me," he admits with a breathless chuckle, a lazy smile curling across his lips even as he lets gentle hands stroke across the well defined musculature of his husband's torso. They've gotten caught up in each other plenty of times in the past, but there was something feral about this occasion that Ronin will happily admit to want to look for again (and again, and again, truth be told).
"It must be your fault," he decides, nibbling playfully at the shell of Remi's ear. "You drive me wild."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
