[se] two hearts thrown together

Remi hopped up to join him and Ronin slipped an arm around him automatically, leaning into his warmth and softly pressing a kiss against his temple. Still, as the other man gazed at him with an expression so like his own (when had they begun to subconsciously imitate each other, he wondered?), Ronin realised that there was still some clarity to be had. And that did cause a flush of pink to rise to his cheeks, the hunter clearing his throat and glancing at the suddenly very interesting beach. ”Loren was not my first for sex,” he corrected, ruffling his free hand through his hair. The librarian had been his best friend once, and Ronin’s attempt to help him navigate his way through the issues he’d been having had just caused more problems in the long run. But this wasn’t about that. With an awkward smile, he shrugged his shoulders. ”I was always on top. Until you,” he explained, not knowing any other way to really explain it. ”I guess that unrealistic Northwind idea of masculinity stayed with me. You made me feel comfortable enough to not need it.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression