I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Quietly proud that he's been able to cut off Remi's wistful could-have-beens with soft kisses, Ronin is already smiling as his counterpart draws back, his arms comfortably looped around his waist so his fingers can imitate warm starbursts against his lower back. "For as long as you'll have me," he agrees, riding the words out through a whisper. "It's always you, for me." Regardless of time and distance, trauma and challenge, it's always Remi.
Rolling his shoulders as if to assist Remi with the removal of his shirt (and the trapping of his hands and wrists, as it happens), a laugh rumbles through Ronin's chest and one eye closes to welcome the graze of stubble against his cheek as much as the kiss against his jawline. "You are lucky I am some weird seasonal deity," he teases, "because otherwise I might get pretty chilly like this. Though I'm sure I can count on you to warm me up?"
Rolling his shoulders as if to assist Remi with the removal of his shirt (and the trapping of his hands and wrists, as it happens), a laugh rumbles through Ronin's chest and one eye closes to welcome the graze of stubble against his cheek as much as the kiss against his jawline. "You are lucky I am some weird seasonal deity," he teases, "because otherwise I might get pretty chilly like this. Though I'm sure I can count on you to warm me up?"
RONIN
