you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Caring absolutely nothing for the sweat and other sticky residues between them, Ronin is more than happy to wind himself about his husband in their feathery cocoon, moaning out a note of abject contentment to feel fingers strumming along his lower back. Remi's proclivities might be considered clingy to some, but for Ronin who never wants anything less than everything of his husband at any and all times, but especially now, this is as close to perfection as it gets.
We can, he whispers through their bond, as if it's a secret that he's sharing for the first time. Pressing another bloody mark against Remi's throat, Ronin peeps up at the Lullaby, all flushed cheeks and swollen lips and hazy blue eyes. "..." He obviously intends, at first, to reciprocate the professions of love with words, but he's leaning forward to kiss the other man before he can stop himself. I could carry us to the lake to clean up, he suggests, making no motion to move whatsoever. And then we could eat breakfast. And nap.
We can, he whispers through their bond, as if it's a secret that he's sharing for the first time. Pressing another bloody mark against Remi's throat, Ronin peeps up at the Lullaby, all flushed cheeks and swollen lips and hazy blue eyes. "..." He obviously intends, at first, to reciprocate the professions of love with words, but he's leaning forward to kiss the other man before he can stop himself. I could carry us to the lake to clean up, he suggests, making no motion to move whatsoever. And then we could eat breakfast. And nap.
RONIN
