log: louis and ren
"That would mean I'd have had to try it before," Ren smiled against Louis' skin. "And I've never been with an Antique Dealer before, so I've never had the opportunity to try it." His fingers tightened around the Louis' that were still in his hands. They were standing together, so close to entangled, and yet there was still distance they could close, and Ren wanted to. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Louis' mouth, and he nodded, "Some very impressive ones," he told him. "And they always have the house keeper freshen them just in case someone should come out for the weekend - but no one ever does. It's a shame if no one uses them ever."
He brought his other hand up and placed it on the shoulder of the man he was standing in front of, leaning him in and chasing a kiss again, a promise of something deeper if he wanted it, maybe.
And then he stepped back, holding his hand out to Louis.
"If you'd like a tour, I'm happy to oblige. We can come back to the wine."