the things we hold are always the first to go
As wonderfully naughty as it was to suddenly be able to pleasure Remi twice as much and in twice as many places, Ronin couldn't help but grumble of frustration that left him as his husband turned to regard the astral projection. He shivered a little as his fingers reached out to brush his double's shoulder, and very gently Ronin cupped Remi's face to pull his attention back. "Of course I feel it," he said. "It's me. I'm in control of it."
Walking them backwards towards the shower, the projection flickered promptly out. "However, you're making me jealous of myself. And I'm the one who desperately needs your hands on me if I ever stand a chance of getting clean. Besides, there's not enough room for three in there."
Walking them backwards towards the shower, the projection flickered promptly out. "However, you're making me jealous of myself. And I'm the one who desperately needs your hands on me if I ever stand a chance of getting clean. Besides, there's not enough room for three in there."
