I swear I still believe but I don't know
Caught bonelessly in the shifting tide of Remi's emotions, Ronin's mind similarly whites out as they come together, the Nova pressing a kiss against his husband's throat that's guaranteed to leave a mark. He'll leave apologies against the bruised skin later, when he realises. Feeling simultaneously tense all over and as though he wants to do nothing more than to melt against Remi's every movement, he clasps the Bastion as close as he's able, hissing out a breath and rolling his hips in tandem with each thrust.
More, he whispers into the other man's mind, twisting his fingers through rich, unruly curls and resisting the urge to pull against them, to demand and need and have the way the darker parts of his psyche urge him to do. Luckily for them both, perhaps, Ronin is caught in the riptide of the Bastion's sweetness and love, and here in their small, candlelit patch of Caido, he really believes Remi's every word.
More, he whispers into the other man's mind, twisting his fingers through rich, unruly curls and resisting the urge to pull against them, to demand and need and have the way the darker parts of his psyche urge him to do. Luckily for them both, perhaps, Ronin is caught in the riptide of the Bastion's sweetness and love, and here in their small, candlelit patch of Caido, he really believes Remi's every word.
the supernova
