actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me "Well, I haven't asked if you'd like to go on the date yet," Ronin points out, smiling at Remi and letting his fingers gently and carefully stroke through the feathers trickling down the length of his husband's spine. "Would you, though?" He raises his eyebrows and clasps the other man closer. "And I don't think I could handle the confusion of seeing you dress like someone else. You're too you for that." Leaning in for a kiss just at the same time as Remi opts to float rather than support himself in the springs, Ronin hums his encouragement and resists the urge to grasp the Lullaby's thighs. If Remi's legs lock around his waist they may as well just give up now, because it will be a miracle if they even make it out of view or earshot.