RONIN
"Well, if you ever feel like spicing it up in the bedroom, there's a ready made roleplay for us," Ronin says with a boyish chuckle, shifting to lean up on one elbow while he opens their flask of mulled wine. "Mm, dream sex is best when we've just had real sex," he murmurs, not at all putting a dampener on the idea. "I never feel like I'm missing out on anything that way."
More than content to enjoy the feeling of warm, calloused fingertips roving over his skin, Ronin glances down at his husband with unfettered adoration. "Summer rains can be sudden, and they can either be gentle and warm, or hard and heavy." He winks. "Nothing is quite as refreshing or unpredictable." Has he rescued it? Who knows.
Either way, it's nothing that pouring wine down Remi's throat won't fix. "Now don't choke," Ronin warns wickedly, tilting the flask to the Lullaby's lips so he can drink his fill.
More than content to enjoy the feeling of warm, calloused fingertips roving over his skin, Ronin glances down at his husband with unfettered adoration. "Summer rains can be sudden, and they can either be gentle and warm, or hard and heavy." He winks. "Nothing is quite as refreshing or unpredictable." Has he rescued it? Who knows.
Either way, it's nothing that pouring wine down Remi's throat won't fix. "Now don't choke," Ronin warns wickedly, tilting the flask to the Lullaby's lips so he can drink his fill.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
