arms give away your need
”Yes, I had a feeling that might be the case. Your tastes do border on the extravagant at times.” Ronin grins; he might spend a lifetime admiring the exterior of the house and the dreaming paradise he’s found himself in, but Remi is tugging him forward and his hips are heedless to say no. ”Is it the porch? I wasn’t sure,” he says, slanting a crooked smile in his husband’s direction and watching the play of emotions on his face as he shows off the front door.
Laughing, Ronin reaches out to rap at the knocker as Remi leads them inside, bouncing his eyebrows at the Lullaby. ”Now that is a rack,” he remarks, about to fire off another quip or five about lions biting his hands off, when he suddenly sees it all. The smile drops away from his face, replaced with raw and honest wonder, and his breath catches in his throat.
It isn’t necessarily the reminiscence of the guildhall, or the size of the interior compared to the rest. It’s the little touches of them everywhere, the tiny details writ into every cup and every floorboard; that’s what has Ronin reaching for his husband with eyes suddenly prickling, needing to have him close enough to express something that words simply can’t.
Ronin presses a soft and careful kiss to Remi’s lips, his affection slow and almost reverent. When he speaks, it’s barely a whisper, and the Star isn’t sure whether or not he wants to laugh or sob. ”It’s a little big for just the two of us, isn’t it?”
Laughing, Ronin reaches out to rap at the knocker as Remi leads them inside, bouncing his eyebrows at the Lullaby. ”Now that is a rack,” he remarks, about to fire off another quip or five about lions biting his hands off, when he suddenly sees it all. The smile drops away from his face, replaced with raw and honest wonder, and his breath catches in his throat.
It isn’t necessarily the reminiscence of the guildhall, or the size of the interior compared to the rest. It’s the little touches of them everywhere, the tiny details writ into every cup and every floorboard; that’s what has Ronin reaching for his husband with eyes suddenly prickling, needing to have him close enough to express something that words simply can’t.
Ronin presses a soft and careful kiss to Remi’s lips, his affection slow and almost reverent. When he speaks, it’s barely a whisper, and the Star isn’t sure whether or not he wants to laugh or sob. ”It’s a little big for just the two of us, isn’t it?”
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
