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RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
[say]You never have to tell me twice,[/say] Ronin replies, the words all but singing out of his body everywhere they touch as well as rumbling through the bond they share. It's with the sort of reluctance that brings a frown to the Knight's face that he moves back and away from Remi rather than pressing further into him, aiming to coax the other man to follow - just enough for his duplicate to appear flush against the Bastion's back.
How do three Taliesins fit into an already cramped space, you ask? Creatively, as it happens, and the hot water is no longer responsible for the majority of the heat filling the shower. Stuttering in a breath as he's forced to part from Remi's lips, already Ronin is near overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his husband's body, and the laugh that escapes his duplicate's lips is shaky to say the least.
[say]Haven't we ever tried that before?[/say] He wonders. It seems like the sort of thing they'd have tried and failed at multiple times, in fact; there's only so much Ronin can do to concentrate on his magic when Remi's clever hands and tongue are at work.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
Hiccuping in a breath he should have known to hold, Remi glances over his shoulder as if to prove to himself that it was in fact Ronin behind him—or an iteration of him at least—and not somehow anyone else. Catching sight of blue beneath a dark fringe of black has heat flaring up from his core, and it's with possessive and demanding hands that he turns Ronin in his arms so that they were all facing the same direction.
[say]I hardly even know my own name right now.[/say] Remi thinks in return, the mental words scattered and distracted as his mind wars with his body about whether it's best to press backward against the duplicate or forward against the Knight. [say]Gods, and imagine if there was a third of you..[/say] As if to emphasize just what Remi would be inclined to do with a third Ronin, he grazes his teeth against the Knight's earlobe before his tongue traces the water trickling down his skin toward his shoulder. It was the only sort of orgy the Bastion was remotely interested in these days, but just the thought of having his husband in so many ways at once had Remi's mouth-watering.
Had they not been in the shower he might have been inclined to lift Ronin into his arms and fuck him against the wall, alas, not even demigod strength would save them if one of them slipped and fell, and while they probably could walk it off without so much as a bruise, no part of the Bastion was willing to risk his experiment of trying to make his husband come twice, at once.
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
Listen, of all the ways they might die - temporarily for some, likely permanently for Remi given who is present - attempting a threesome in the shower has to be one of the more interesting ones, right? Nevertheless, Ronin (the real one) is turned and manoeuvred with ease, able to brace a forearm against the cool shower tiles and give over the majority of his faculties to his duplicate while Remi drags as much pleasure out of him as he can.
[say]If there were three of me we might end up fighting over you,[/say] he purrs back into the other man's mind, and it would be funny if it weren't so true, despite all iterations of the Knight loving and wanting his husband the same amount. With those images filling his mind and with Remi decorating his throat with hot sweeps of his tongue, Ronin's duplicate gets to work.
Letting calloused hands run greedily down the muscled planes of the Bastion's body, astral!Ronin is just as mischievous as his counterpart, rocking his hips against Remi's ass and adjusting them just enough to barely tease against his entrance.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
[say]Gods, don't[/say] Comes the pleading response, and if he wasn't so unwilling to pull away from the duplicate behind him, Remi might have leaned forward to press his teeth against his husband's shoulder for putting such an unfair image into his mind.
Allowing his hands to slide down Ronin's sides, the movement made jerky and a touch erratic thanks to the position of astral!Ronin's hips behind him, the Bastion unconsciously mirrored what his husband was doing by positioning his own cock against the Knight's ass and lingering. Stretching forward as much as he was able to without giving up more than an inch or so to the man behind him, Remi reached around Ronin's waist before letting his hand drop down toward the Knight's cock. Pressing himself forward as his hand gripped his husband's erection and stroked backward, Remi's smile turned wicked as he pressed a too-gentle kiss against the side of Ronin's neck.
[say]If there was a third of you and you could manage not coming to blows over me—[/say] Inching himself forward just as his hand reached the base of Ronin's cock, Remi swallowed hard. [say]—I'd want you to finish in my mouth the way you did before, in the springs.[/say] With his hands tangled into Remi's curls, he means, his cock thrust against the back of the Bastion's throat. Unable to withstand even his own teasing pace, Remi pushed his hips forward, filling the Knight and moaning out sort of sound that originated from deep in his chest.
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
Let it never be said that Remi doesn't give as good as he gets, because he can don't all he likes - the second he mentions Frey's Breath and all that had taken place there, the whipcrack of arousal that shoots down the length of Ronin's spine absolutely can't be ignored. Moaning - both versions of himself, as it happens - as he thrusts himself forward and also finds himself pressed against the shower wall, his husband's cock buried deep inside him, Ronin can already feel himself start to unravel.
[say]Fuck--[/say] He hisses out a breath even as the word echoes through their bond, Ronin's fingers flinching against the tiles as his body grows taut, as if needing a second to adjust to a sensation that might quickly become overwhelming. Not that he expects Remi to complain, given that he imagines the other man feels absolutely the same right now, having and being had all at once.
[say]Slow,[/say] he all but begs, his cock twitching both behind the Bastion and within his grip.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
As Remi is entered, enters, and strokes his husband's cock, he can feel his knees grow watery as he too is swamped by sensations that threaten to drown him entirely. Reaching out with his free hand to brace his palm against the tiles, the Bastion forces himself to breathe around the twin plumes of heat that race up his sides. Clumsily, he lets his head loll back for a moment, searching for the blue eyes behind him before reaching unsteadily back to curl his fingertips through astral!Ronin's dark hair to draw him closer.
[say]"I feel like I need something to hold onto."[/say] Remi huffs unsteadily he leans forward slightly and withdraws his hand from the projection, not trusting himself enough not to grate his fingernails through his hair, to tug, or otherwise jeopardize the projection's participation.
Placing his hand back on the wall and letting his elbow bend somewhat, Remi shifts his hips backward until his cock is at risk of sliding out entirely. Pressing his lips against the Knight's shoulder, the Bastion's emotions swirl with a dark challenge that has his fingertips flinching against Ronin's cock in response to the frustrated movements of his own erection. [say]I want you to make me fuck you.[/say] The Bastion thinks as his hand slowly begins to glide up and down his husband's length.
Whether he meant that he wanted Ronin to fuck him hard enough that he had no choice but to move in tandem with the motion or to be driven so wild by his husband's movements to be helpless to resist thrusting his cock forward was for Ronin to decide.
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
[say]"Then hold onto me,"[/say] Ronin whispers - the real one, the one with his forearm braced against the tiles and his forehead pressed against it, as if needing every ounce of support to keep his composure lest his duplicate flicker away with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. At least astral!Ronin is an active and enthusiastic participant as a result, drawn closer at Remi's bidding and leaning in to kiss the side of his neck even as his hips start to move in earnest. He grips the Bastion's hip with one hand, the other snaking around him and pressing to his chest and collarbones, as if to get him as close as he possibly can.
A moan rises from the duplicate's throat, one that would make much more sense coming from the man braced in front of Remi, but sue Ronin if he's not fully cognizant of himself or his own magic currently. Either way, as the command is whispered into his thoughts and his husband's hand begins to stroke the length of his cock, he's heedless to do anything other than obey.
Opting for the latter - if he tries to fuck Remi hard enough for anything this is going to be over excruciatingly quickly - astral!Ronin instead lavishes his husband in all the attention he can muster, rolling his hips in a pace that's neither slow nor fast, dropping kisses against his throat and stroking his hands along his sides in an effort to keep him from moving too much. In short, he fucks him in a way that it will be impossible for the other man to find his own pleasure unless it's to take what's offered right in front of him.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
Something about the wonderful roughness in Ronin's voice has the Bastion gasping softly as the muscles of his abdomen and all along his shoulders tense and shiver. He hardly has time to savour the sensation before astral!Ronin is moving against him—inside of him—and before he knows it feathers are flooding down his spine, through his curls, and across the top of his shoulders as he fights to hold himself to the challenge he'd devised for them only moments before.
Being fucked by his husband's projection feels about as close to cheating as the Bastion ever cares to come, but gods if there isn't something strangely taboo about it just the same. Perhaps if they'd been in front of a mirror the sensation wouldn't be so strong, but even with the familiar fingers around his chest and the lips he likely knew better than his own whispering against his skin, still the otherness of it all had him groping a hand around Ronin's chest, his fingers splaying possessively.
[say]"Can you feel it?"[/say] Remi wants to know, his voice growing more ragged as he tries to keep himself still save for the movement of his hand. Running his teeth along the line of his husband's shoulder as if to displace the tension he felt so that his fingers around Ronin's cock could remain soft and rhythmic, he had to stifle a moan as the angle astral!Ronin had opted for, struck a nerve that sent static flaring up his spine. [say]"In...in both places?"[/say] Both cocks, he means, though he squeezes his fingers ever so slightly just in case any further clarification was needed.
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
At least with his astral projection comparatively doing all the work, the real Ronin can do his best to feel all that's happening - enough so that he manages a brief and near disbelieving smirk as he doesn't yet manage to snap the tether of Remi's willpower. The feathers are a beautiful touch, though, and one of the projection's hands drift to the Bastion's spine, whispering up through the soft down and into his curls.
At the question the other man asks, Ronin is about to offer as much of a reply as he can when Remi's fingers pulse against his cock just ever so slightly, and yet it's still enough to have the projection's hips snapping forward unintentionally and a rough moan dragging from his throat. He nods - just about - and tries to stitch together the words that seem to have unspooled on his tongue. [say]"It's strange,"[/say] he says hoarsely. [say]"But I can feel it, yeah."[/say]
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
Hissing in a breath that will send surprise ricocheting through the bond to feel his feathers touched—gods but it was difficult to keep his mind wrapped around what was going on when he was so wonderfully wrapped between his husband—Remi shivers despite the heat. It's the sort of shiver that has sensation bleeding all the way down to his bones, and if his teeth grow a touch jagged against Ronin's skin, well, all the better that it isn't his projection.
Moaning, the sound stilted given the shallow nature of the breaths Remi had been daring to sip in, the Bastion gives his head a little shake. [say]"I..I don't know which side of this I'd rather be on."[/say] He mutters, sounding almost pained but feeling anything but.
Every breath that the Bastion does take only fuels the wildfire spreading up from his groin, and gods perhaps he'd just grown old and boring over the years but suddenly he wanted nothing at all to do with the challenge he'd issued the Knight. [say]"You win—"[/say] He pants, thrusting his hips forward despite the projection's hold over him. At the same moment he pulls Ronin back against him, his hand suddenly moving in rhythm with astral!Ronin's hips. [say]Fuck.[/say] The word is almost a whimper as Remi presses his forehead against his husband's shoulder, helpless to stop the way his hips were bucking forward and backward with equal need. [say]You win,[/say] He silently pants, his emotions fracturing in star-bright rays of gold and blue. [say]Gods you win.[/say]
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 08-31-2024
[say]"Both... both is a perfectly acceptable answer,"[/say] Ronin pants, though with every nerve feeling as though it's on fire and sense beginning to dissolve in lieu of all the places Remi touches him and he touches the other man in turn, these are likely the last real words his husband hears from him for a little while. Especially as he apparently wins whatever challenge he'd been issued, and as Remi's hips roll forward at last, the Knight groans out a curse that tapers off into an incomprehensible moan of pleasure.
Fuck, he might have fired back in turn, but as the word stamps itself through their bond, Ronin hardly feels as though he needs to. Caught in a riptide of his own making, he feels as if he can't catch enough of a breath around the crackle of ecstasy that suddenly creeps and yawns up through the back of his spine, through his chest and low in his belly, somehow all at the same time.
[say]Remi--[/say] He doesn't know if it's a warning or a plea or some mangled combination of the two, but it's about all he's able to give before his release sneaks up on him and seizes him by the throat. Later the Knight will be able to confirm that yes, he can in fact cum twice at once, and it damn near buckles his knees; he remains upright, in fact, only due to the fact that his fingers have warped into a dragon's talons, claws that now bite deeply into the wall tiles as his breath hitches in his chest and his projection grasps the Bastion tightly enough to bruise.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 08-31-2024
If Remi's muscles begin to burn or shiver or flinch he isn't conscious of it, so narrow and small has his awareness become. Where before there had clearly been steam and tiles, saltwater and two bodies with him in the shower, now there was only a golden tether that stretched right through him, binding him in the midst of what was an impossible situation that nevertheless was. [say]Ro—[/say] He begins to think before everything suddenly tastes of salt and then copper, and then starlight.
As pleasure crackles through the Knight, Remi finds himself impossibly sandwiched between walls of golden arousal that close in around him with only the strangled sound of his name serving as a warning. Like being caught between two competing currents, Remi submits himself entirely to the push and pull of his husband's hips, and gods if that wasn't enough to be his undoing, the feeling of Ronin cuming inside of him as well as in his hand surely was.
Feeling his own orgasm snapping at the heels of Ronin's, Remi's knees don't threaten to buckle quite as strongly though his fingertips will leave a line of bruises across his husband's chest like so much smeared paint. Crying out loudly against the Knight's skin and clenching his eyes tightly closed, Remi's hips buck upwards for a final time as his orgasm reaches its pinnacle and he finds himself in a weightless freefall.
RE: nobody's soldier - Ronin - 09-01-2024
Aware only of the man at his back and the hands upon his skin, it's of perhaps little surprise that Ronin is only able to keep his projection in place for a matter of seconds after Remi finds his release; the flood of fresh ecstasy through the Attuned bond is apparently one step too far for nerves already rubbed raw by sensation. Still, as astral!Ronin is dismissed, at least the real thing is able to take a few deep and all too necessary breaths, his head tilting back to loll against the Bastion's curls for a second of silence and bliss.
And even when he does speak, it's not using his voice, Ronin sagging against his husband and huffing out a laugh that sounds almost disbelieving. [say]I feel as though we ought to save that for special occasions, otherwise I'm going to have a hard time getting anything done.[/say] And that's putting it mildly; as overwhelming as it had been, Ronin can already feel the itch of a repeat performance in his bones, and gods he can only imagine what they might get up to with more space.
RE: nobody's soldier - Remi - 09-03-2024
It's only as Ronin's projection departs and Remi's body is sprayed with hot water that the Bastion is aware of something more than just the firm golden press of his husband against his chest. Moving slowly, his body shifting from where he'd pitched himself forward, he flexes his fingers once before placing them gently back across Ronin's chest. [say]"I think I can probably drum up a few special occasions."[/say] Remi chuckles before reaching around to hold the Knight close with his other hand.
As so often