all the best debts

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Remi is very clever, and Ronin by comparison is very not, and so as he's readjusted and both hands grip his erection, he's assuming that this is as far as things with his admirer will go. Not that he's complaining at all, because this has still frankly been the best not-so-clandestine meeting at midnight in the jungle, and he's all prepped and ready to enjoy himself when a very talented tongue comes to join the party. And it's not that this is a bad thing - it categorically is not, in terms of how good it feels and how much Ronin would like it to keep happening - but he had been expecting a rush of emotion. And when there isn't anything, well... fuck. Actual fuck. Stuttering in a sharp breath that is absolutely pleasure mingled with panic, the Huntsman starts to free himself of his bonds with a very flustered surge of emotion. "Wait, wait--" he blurts, swallowing hard and fighting away the silk around his wrists so he can get his elbows under him. "I can't, I'm sorry. I'm married." And this, of course, is where he pushes up the blindfold, thinking he's made a huge fucking mistake.