I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Mm?" Ronin raises his eyebrows and also leans in close, thinking that Remi must be meaning to write music with his tongue and lips, only for a vibrant chime of sound to cause his breath to catch. He's reasonably certain that his counterpart didn't see this coming, so there absolutely hasn't been time for him to set up a band or whatnot. And as he realises just what tune is playing (because of course Ronin remembers), a warm smile spreads across his face, accompanying the flush of pink in his cheeks.
Happily sinking into the other man's arms and seeming more than content for him to take the lead, the patterns in the snow will nonetheless look as though Ronin has attempted to make a fetching set of ass cheeks, or possibly the head of a cock. Blinking his eyes open as Remi speaks (he doesn't know when they closed), he huffs out a laugh and turns his head enough to kiss a stubbled cheek.
"Butterscotch," he says. "I couldn't get hold of any artisanal flavours, I'm afraid."
Happily sinking into the other man's arms and seeming more than content for him to take the lead, the patterns in the snow will nonetheless look as though Ronin has attempted to make a fetching set of ass cheeks, or possibly the head of a cock. Blinking his eyes open as Remi speaks (he doesn't know when they closed), he huffs out a laugh and turns his head enough to kiss a stubbled cheek.
"Butterscotch," he says. "I couldn't get hold of any artisanal flavours, I'm afraid."
RONIN
