[Ah yes, he was indeed used to those lines. Plenty of times when they were said in front of him, plenty of times where Ramirez had averted his eyes politely to give the exchange some semblance of privacy.
He never complained, never showed any distress or jealousy. And while he's certainly pleased to have Legault's brand of affection directed at him for the moment, Ramirez isn't the type to assume he'll have his exclusive attention outside this bedroom.
But that's fine to him. This is fine. For the moment, this is all that matters - even as Ramirez's grip tightens a bit at Legault's words, an unconscious thread of possessiveness seeping into his touch.
He pulls back slightly when the lips touch his cheek, surprised at such a chaste gesture of affection. So gentle and sweet, and it didn't ask for anything Ramirez wasn't willing to give. He never would have expected to be the receiver of something like that. It makes Ramirez wish he didn't have the instinct to pull away so the moment would have lasted a little longer, so he could bask in the shiver of such a sweet touch.
Instead, he moves to reciprocate, pressing his lips to Legault's temple in a gentle apology for the inadvertent rejection.]
Sorry - you surprised me. [And he's perfectly content to lay here and cling onto this moment for as long as he can, until Legault breaks the silence and makes him look up with hazy confusion.]
Hard on me? [Then the lines connect in his mind and he flushes slightly at the content of the question, even as he speaks quite candidly.]
No - I'm fine. I can endure whatever you wish of me. [Probably not the most comforting way of wording that - he is fine, but Ramirez always had a high tolerance for pain and a tendency to hide wounds.
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He never complained, never showed any distress or jealousy. And while he's certainly pleased to have Legault's brand of affection directed at him for the moment, Ramirez isn't the type to assume he'll have his exclusive attention outside this bedroom.
But that's fine to him. This is fine. For the moment, this is all that matters - even as Ramirez's grip tightens a bit at Legault's words, an unconscious thread of possessiveness seeping into his touch.
He pulls back slightly when the lips touch his cheek, surprised at such a chaste gesture of affection. So gentle and sweet, and it didn't ask for anything Ramirez wasn't willing to give. He never would have expected to be the receiver of something like that. It makes Ramirez wish he didn't have the instinct to pull away so the moment would have lasted a little longer, so he could bask in the shiver of such a sweet touch.
Instead, he moves to reciprocate, pressing his lips to Legault's temple in a gentle apology for the inadvertent rejection.]
Sorry - you surprised me. [And he's perfectly content to lay here and cling onto this moment for as long as he can, until Legault breaks the silence and makes him look up with hazy confusion.]
Hard on me? [Then the lines connect in his mind and he flushes slightly at the content of the question, even as he speaks quite candidly.]
No - I'm fine. I can endure whatever you wish of me. [Probably not the most comforting way of wording that - he is fine, but Ramirez always had a high tolerance for pain and a tendency to hide wounds.
He learned quickly to keep weakness to himself.]