all the best debts

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets The unfamiliarity of it all is tantalising; left blind, Ronin is putty in Remi's the stranger's hands. Savouring the ripe burst of a blushberry on his tongue, he sinks down onto the blanket without complaint. Of course he attempts to speak, but when he does there is only another pop of sweetness, accompanied by the smell of leather and wood and honey. With a soft sigh, already heat is filling his cheeks, and whilst he can't recognise anything about the man above him (below him? all around?), he wants to feel more gloved touches, perhaps with further treats from the basket beside them. "Well this is very kind of you," he says softly.