you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me Ronin doesn’t bother to respond with words, merely scrunching his nose in uncomfortable agreement; he would fully expect Remi to be upset with him were that the case, and luckily there’s more to his friendship with Sunjata than an inclination towards fuckery (sandcastles and blanket forts, for example). Happily letting the subject slide away, he slides the hand that’s above water over the Lullaby’s shoulder to cup his chin. ”Perfect,” he replies, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. ”It makes you fucking perfect.” Even with the potential for making Sunjata late to his own wedding with a blowjob. ”Can you imagine being the reason someone was late to their wedding, and then still having to attend?” he counters, raising his eyebrows. Remi looks over his shoulder and Ronin squeezes his backside as if to try and draw his attention back, and he inhales a shaky and exhilarated breath to feel fingers sneaking along his sides beneath the water. ”I think they know we ran off,” he says honestly. ”And I think they know why. And I think they’re wisely keeping their distance.”