the things we hold are always the first to go
”No, but I’m good at other things,” Ronin says with a bright smile, relaxing in Remi’s arms and letting his head tilt back to rest on his husband’s shoulder. He hums a note of curiosity at the question, allowing himself to be tugged onto the bay window, though he quickly replaces his position leaning back against Remi, hoping they don’t both end up tumbling outside.
”It’s rather a difficult one,” he admits. ”I know what I’d get Jata, but there’s also Hotaru and Nate to consider, and I’m not sure what would... work,” he says, before a filthy laugh rises up in his chest and throat. Leaning his cheek against Remi’s, he grins to his husband. ”I suppose a strap-on would be a bit inappropriate wouldn’t it?” he murmurs.
”It’s rather a difficult one,” he admits. ”I know what I’d get Jata, but there’s also Hotaru and Nate to consider, and I’m not sure what would... work,” he says, before a filthy laugh rises up in his chest and throat. Leaning his cheek against Remi’s, he grins to his husband. ”I suppose a strap-on would be a bit inappropriate wouldn’t it?” he murmurs.
