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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Letting his hands still only for a few moments to allow Remi to pull his shirt over his head, Ronin's hands rake over his husband's body anew, enjoying the task of ensuring his lips are definitely clean of chocolate. "So cunning," he hisses with a grin, more interested in the hand on his bare ass than the number of fingers it has. His own touches have become unashamedly needy and inappropriate, and he's busy trying to get his hands into Remi's pants when his wrists are drawn up and over his head again. Panting and flushed and not exactly thrilled with that turn of events, it's nonetheless what Ronin asked for, and so he hums a reluctant note of compliance as his husband reiterates the terms of their secret admirer setup. It's easy to do when the attention turns back to his throbbing cock, granted, and easier still when Remi's magic gets to work. Ronin's "Oh--" is cut off by his own gasp of surprise and pleasure, the Huntsman's hands clenching and his hips lifting of their own accord, as if to chase the sensations.