RONIN
”I don’t believe you,” Ronin says with a huff, kicking off his pants properly even while he’s still pinned against his husband - not that he minds it a single bit. The wicked look on Remi’s face has heat curling back through his belly, though the other man is right - he’s not nearly as capable of being the pole in any current game of ring toss. ”Tell me, what’d you plan to use as the ring?” he inquires.
The lounge is filled with glitter and they’re both naked and their craft projects are nearly complete. What else is there to do other than get horribly distracted? Ronin pulls Remi back to him, narrowing his eyes and leaning in to nibble at the side of his neck. ”I can play the part if you like.”
The lounge is filled with glitter and they’re both naked and their craft projects are nearly complete. What else is there to do other than get horribly distracted? Ronin pulls Remi back to him, narrowing his eyes and leaning in to nibble at the side of his neck. ”I can play the part if you like.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
