log: louis and ren
"I'm a dreadful poet," Ren mused. "But absolutely a Romantic, why else would I choose this view?"
Ren lifted his hand touching Louis' right cheek with his thumb, the most tender brush of a touch across that pink skin, the thrill of having brought it up blooming in his chest. Perhaps over the years he'd learned a thing or two from the various romantic heroes that he had played, dark, mysterious, but charming, and Ren couldn't help but enjoy the opportunity to play at that in real life, just a little, and with someone as beautiful as Louis, how could he resist?
"Oh?" His eyebrows raised, curiosity and desire swirling together in his gaze, as it rested for an instant on Louis' lips, before coming back to meet the other man's eyes again. "On what sorts of topics may I request knowledge?"