RONIN
Anyone who is anyone knows enough about Remi Taliesin to appreciate, above all, the mastery he holds over the (arguably monstrous) power coursing through his body. Of course, Ronin is in a privileged position in that he can handle - and provoke, and enjoy - those lapses in control, but this is something entirely, refreshingly different. And while he manages not to let his smile take over his face, the unmistakeable delight that warbles down their bond and through the other man's magic is difficult to dampen down.
"I think," he almost purrs, his fingers hovering once more over the undulating flesh of his husband's forearm, "that maybe we should reserve that one for special occasions." For safety if for nothing else. It doesn't mean he gets up, though, or that he isn't thoroughly enjoying seeing Remi as flustered as a horny teenager. "I never realised that octopus tentacles could be so interesting."
"I think," he almost purrs, his fingers hovering once more over the undulating flesh of his husband's forearm, "that maybe we should reserve that one for special occasions." For safety if for nothing else. It doesn't mean he gets up, though, or that he isn't thoroughly enjoying seeing Remi as flustered as a horny teenager. "I never realised that octopus tentacles could be so interesting."
one more wish for you
