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RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-20-2025
Remi hums in agreement, though his voice is already starting to fray around the edges of focus. [say]"Maybe,"[/say] he murmurs, lips brushing Ronin’s jaw as he speaks. [say]"But your name likely goes a lot farther than mine does up there."[/say] The mischief in his voice might be fond, but it’s hardly steady; especially not with the way Ronin crowds in against him, all golden heat and terrible restraint.
The tree at his back is warm from the sun, but it’s nothing compared to the press of Ronin’s body, the way his mouth captures Remi’s like a secret, like something sacred. Remi exhales sharply against it, the sound swallowed into the kiss, and without hesitation, his arms shift to answer. One slides low, curling around Ronin’s hip to pull him in closer, greedy and firm in a way that leaves no room between them. The other finds the back of his husband’s neck, fingers threading through dark hair, curling possessively. The pulse of arousal through their bond is unfiltered now—deep and sudden and tethered to the raw gravity of how easily, how endlessly, Ronin can undo him.
When Remi finally pulls back, it’s just enough to draw breath, their noses still brushing, the air between them gone heavy and warm. The look he gives Ronin is slow, adoring, and just a touch feral. [say]"You always do this,"[/say] he murmurs, voice rough with affection. [say]"I bring you out here for a nice time, and you go and
ruin it by being impossibly attractive."[/say] His hand tightens at Ronin’s hip, the other still curled in his hair. [say]"What if I really had wanted to go get that drink, mm?"[/say] he teases, shifting his hips forward enough to imply that if he had been so inclined, he'd need to wait more than a few minutes before being able to properly walk without having to grimace with every step.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-20-2025
Snatching in a hasty sip of air as Remi parts from him, however minor the space between them, Ronin is left mildly dazed by the roar of emotion that floods through him from the other man, igniting something molten in the pit of his stomach that burns golden and greedy and always will when it comes to his husband. [say]"No,"[/say] he rumbles, his smile crooked, his thumb brushing over the scruff on Remi's cheek even as his breath skips a little on the inhale, stuttering from the sudden pressure of hips grinding against him.
[say]"You always do this,"[/say] he accuses. [say]"If you didn't go around looking and acting the way you do, I wouldn't be nearly so inclined to pin you against trees all the time."[/say] Leaning in again to gently nip at Remi's lower lip, Ronin scoffs out a wicked laugh. [say]"We can still get that drink,"[/say] he says. [say]"Say the word and I'll walk away."[/say] No he won't. [say]"Just be grateful it isn't Leafchange right now."[/say]
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-20-2025
Remi gasps as if scandalized, though his eyes sparkle with something far too wicked to sell it properly. [say]"Excuse me. I am simply out here, minding my own business. Living my life. It's you who keeps throwing me against trees like I’m a particularly kissable kind of moss."[/say] He leans forward just enough to ghost his lips near Ronin’s jaw without quite touching, voice dipping lower with every word. [say]"Let’s not forget who kissed who first and completely upended my life trajectory. Or who came home looking entirely too handsome with a concussion, forcing me to propose before I had time to think better of it."[/say]
At the offer to walk away, Remi opens his mouth like he might just take Ronin up on it. But the moment stretches, his eyes lock with his husband’s, and the heat building in his stomach burns too brightly for any sort of theatrics. The corners of his mouth twitch upward as if to say nice try, and then he's pulling Ronin flush against him once more, stealing another kiss that’s more breath than motion.
His hand slips beneath the Knight’s shirt, palm warm and sure against the small of Ronin’s back, spreading that familiar pulse of golden affection in all directions, like starbursts flaring outward from the centre of his being.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-20-2025
[say]"I'm sorry, are you not?"[/say] A kissable kind of moss, that is. Ronin doesn't bother to hide his grin even as Remi's lips send a shiver down the length of his spine and into the pit of his belly where it catches fire on the embers of his lust. Jaw dropping at the not-so-subtle reminder of the part he'd had to play in the way their lives had changed, Ronin's arm tightens around Remi's waist, his free hand teasing through rich curls that beg to be tugged at.
[say]"Forgive my impudence,"[/say] he murmurs, lips dragging against the line of Remi's jaw until he can all but speak the words against the shell of his ear, [say]"but nothing about you right now seems to care about your life trajectory."[/say] Rocking his hips forward teasingly as if to remind them both of the impossible way they continue to wind each other up, as the Bastion's lips find his own once more, it's with an almost defeated moan that Ronin gives up the little self-control he's been faking.
Greedy hands swarm beneath his shirt, the Knight drawing back from the tree just enough so that his own hands can roam without having to fight against bark and branches. Wanting both to lay Remi down in the sweet grasses and devour him whole and invite a game of kiss-chase through the woods, Ronin ends up paralysed by choice and doing nothing at all. Besides a lot of kissing, of course.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-20-2025
Remi hums low in his throat, something between amusement and agreement as he mouths a lazy kiss just beneath Ronin’s ear. [say]"I never said I wasn’t,"[/say] he murmurs, his words all warmth and provocation. [say]"Just that I wasn’t doing anything to deserve being pinned like one."[/say]
Which, to be fair, is debatable.
As Ronin’s hips roll forward and his hands begin to explore with renewed enthusiasm, Remi’s head tips back against the tree behind him, the curve of his throat exposed in a way that’s entirely deliberate. The heat between them crackles, dizzy and golden, and gods but the Knight has always known how to undo him with a handful of touches and a voice pitched just right.
[say]"Fuck,"[/say] he whispers, the word thudding low in his chest as his free hand fists in the fabric at Ronin’s lower back, dragging them tighter together. The press of their hips, the scrape of his husband’s jaw along his—gods, it's maddening. His other hand slips higher beneath Ronin’s shirt, possessive and greedy, his nails grazing faintly as he pulls their mouths together again in a kiss that's deeper now, hungrier, full of the kind of tension that speaks to years of devotion and the kind of lust that never, ever faded.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-20-2025
Quite how Remi manages to reduce him to a horny teenager with little more than a few touches and an expletive whispered into the air is beyond Ronin, honestly. And given that it works every single time, he's not in any sort of position to give it proper thought, not when the head he uses for all his thinking is taking a backseat.
Shifting only enough to drag his shirt over his head, as if tired of the way the fabric gets in the way of his husband's wandering hands, the next kiss Remi takes from his lips is one that has heat pooling low in the pit of his stomach and his legs growing a little weak. [say]"I want you,"[/say] he whispers, the words like an inevitability they could both see coming. [say]"Fuck, I want you right now."[/say]
Tugging at the Bastion's clothes as well now, it's only the knowledge that they don't actually live here in the Greatwood any more that schools him against simply tearing the garments at the seams. It would be so easy though, Ronin melting against the other man and dragging warm lips against the column of his throat and along the muscles of his shoulder, wishing there was somehow more of him to have.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-20-2025
Remi groans into the next kiss, the sound low and hungry, laced with all the ways he’s already unravelling under Ronin’s hands. The way the shirt vanishes makes him shudder, his fingers immediately dragging across newly bared skin like he can’t touch fast enough. [say]"Gods, Ronin,"[/say] he breathes, the syllables catching at the edges with heat. [say]"You have no idea how badly I want you."[/say]
Remi drags in a breath like it might steady him, but it doesn’t—it only fills his lungs with Ronin, with the heat between them, and then he's moving again. His hands fall to the hem of his own shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, curls tousled and cheeks flushed as the fabric joins the rest of their scattered intentions. The air against his skin is nothing compared to the press of Ronin's body, and he groans, already arching into it.
He leaves his pants for Ronin, a wicked spark in his eyes as he leans back against the tree, one brow raised as if daring the Knight to take his time or to ruin him entirely. But his own hands don't remain idle; one of them drops to the waistband of Ronin’s pants, deft fingers curling and tugging until the fabric gives way and his husband's cock springs free into the space between them. Remi’s gasp is pure want, his hand already closing around him with aching need. Every part of him is taut with want, with urgency, with the deep, coiling need that thrums between them like a live wire. [say]"Have me then,"[/say] he growls, nipping at the hollow of Ronin’s throat.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-20-2025
[say]"Oh, I think I have some idea--"[/say] Ronin objects - just - before Remi's hands are on him again and the rest of his opinons on the matter seem pitifully irrelevent. Resenting the miniscule amount of space that opens between them as his husband leans back against the tree, the Knight soon forgets all about it as his arousal is freed from the tight and aching constraints of his pants, and it's with a half-sigh of relief that he surges forward into the other man's waiting hand and against his lips.
Have me, then. Ronin feels the words as a delicious bruise that will be left against his throat, his hands almost fumbling with Remi's belt and buttons, as if his impatience to strip him bare has made him clumsy. Eventually, though - with enough kicking of boots and tugging of fabric and boyish huffs of laughter - the Knight gets what he wants, and it's with a moan of need combined with brief satisfaction that he draws them together, nothing but bare skin and heat and the canopy of the Greatwood overhead.
[say]"C'mere,"[/say] he demands, tugging Remi away from the trunk so they might collapse down into the grass instead. [say]"I wouldn't want to offend the trees, you know."[/say]
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-20-2025
Remi’s laughter is a low, breathless thing against Ronin’s mouth, his hands as greedy as they are deft as they make quick work of aiding the Knight in stripping them both, tugging at his own belt even as his teeth catch the curve of Ronin’s jaw, fingers sliding down to push his pants over his hips with eager ease. He barely misses a beat—his mouth still on his husband’s skin, his palm curling around the familiar heat of him again—while they shuffle and laugh and strip themselves down to nothing but skin and hunger.
As Ronin tugs him from the tree, Remi scoffs quietly, letting himself be led but not without protest. [say]"Please. If they didn’t want a show, they should’ve redirected the path so that we were in a clearing."[/say] He’s grinning as he says it, even as he tumbles down into the grass, curling into the soft green like it’s a bed made for this moment.
He reaches for Ronin instantly, dragging him down and tugging him overtop like a blanket with a hunger that borders on desperation. His hands glide along sweat-slick skin, fingertips charting the familiar lines of muscle with reverent, possessive intent. Gods but he wants him, and it shows in the way Remi arches up into every point of contact, in the way his breath shudders as their hips align. One leg curls around Ronin’s waist, dragging him flush with enough tension to have the Bastion gasping. [say]"Gods I want you,"[/say] he murmurs, voice wrecked and low, the words barely audible between the kisses he presses to Ronin’s jaw, his neck, anywhere he can reach.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-21-2025
[say]"Mm, it's not the show I'm worried about,"[/say] Ronin assures his husband, smiling a kiss against the column of his throat. [say]"You just have a habit of getting your claws out when you're excited. I didn't think the forest would appreciate any new scars from you."[/say] Tumbling into the grass after Remi, the Knight feels something like laughter threatening to rise up in his throat; for it to be this easy, still, after almost ten years, he almost wonders if they've accidentally made a deal with some spirit to be so happy.
The laughter fades into something fiery and insistent as the Bastion draws them together, Ronin bracing an arm over Remi's head and arching into every touch, every press of skin and gasp of breath. [say]"Even after all this time?"[/say] he whispers, mischief in the words, though they are kissed no less reverently against the other man's neck. Letting his free hand slip down to grasp at Remi's outer thigh, anchoring his leg around his hips, to say that they've fucked in a multitude of ways and in more places than he can remember is nothing short of the truth.
And yet, gods, it always somehow feels brand new, like he's kissing the alchemist with the unruly crown of curls in the kitchen of a guildhall, not his husband of nearly a decade.
Moaning low in his throat as he shifts his knees and drives his hips forward, Ronin is slow and gentle as he brings them together, almost patient in his desire to feel every single inch of Remi come to life beneath his hands.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-21-2025
[say]"Always,"[/say]
The moan that follows is unguarded and raw, loosed into the hollow where Ronin’s neck meets his shoulder. His legs lock tighter around the Knight’s waist, hips rolling up to meet each stroke with a rhythm that is equal parts desperation and devotion. [say]"More,"[/say] he pants, the word nearly broken by the way he moves beneath him, by the way it feels to be filled, claimed, adored like this.
Every thrust coils something deeper in him, not just want but wonder, like even now—especially now, perhaps—Ronin is still undoing him. That no matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s never just the same. It always burns brighter, feels fuller, brings out more.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-22-2025
Always, once upon a time, might have sounded like a trite promise made in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. But for Ronin the word is old and weathered and rusted, stained with blood and spanning across regions and lifetimes and even through the doors of death itself. [say]"Always,"[/say] he echoes, his voice barely a whispered sigh against Remi's throat, before pleasure drags its way down his bones and steals his focus for much more immediate endeavours.
Unsurprised to hear his husband already demanding more, it's with a crooked smile that Ronin obliges, his hips rolling to thrust himself deeper, more insistent in his desire to blow the embers of Remi's lust into a blaze. Though he never lets himself grow rough or sloppy, there's no doubt that this is just as thorough a fucking as any he's ever given the Bastion, a moan breaking from his throat as his hand slips beneath the arch of the other man's back, ensuring that not a moment goes by when they aren't teasing each other with the friction of their bodies.
[say]"Are you going to remind the forest of my name?"[/say] he wonders, the words clipped and playful, the fingers of his free hand anchoring into the soft grass and the rich earth beneath.
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Remi - 05-22-2025
Remi's breath punches out of him in a sharp gasp as Ronin thrusts deeper, the rhythm no longer gentle but precise and consuming. Each push rocks his hips against the grass, the earth damp and warm beneath his bare back, blades curling against his shoulder blades and spine as his body shifts with every movement. There’s nothing soft in the way they come together; no space left between them, only sweat-slicked skin and the press of Ronin’s weight bearing down in all the ways Remi craves.
His hands grasp harder, one tangled in his husband's hair, the other fanned out at the small of his back, urging him closer, harder, more. The friction where their bodies grind together is sharp and electric, sending heat crawling up Remi’s chest and making his moans rise, low and constant.
At Ronin’s teasing, he huffs a ragged laugh, breath stuttering as he rolls his hips hard up to meet the next thrust. [SAY]"Maybe I should,"[/say] he pants, voice thick, the smile that curls against Ronin’s jaw all hunger. [say]"You’ve had so many names since we lived here—"[/say] Another sharp thrust cuts him off, and he groans before hitching himself forward to steal a kiss from his husband's lips.
[say]"Make me say it."[/say]
RE: how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell? - Ronin - 05-22-2025
The music Remi sends into the air for Ronin is all the encouragement he needs, and whether this was some fairytale meadow, the edge of the Sidhe Village or (as it is, this time) a patch of soft grass just beyond a dirt path, he has no intention of depriving himself of the sound of it. The Bastion is all around him, all possessive heat and sweetness wrapped in steel, and Ronin worships him with his body in every way he knows how.
Huffing out a surprised breath to feel the other man's hips bucking against him, the unexpected movement sending pleasure crackling up into the base of his spine, Ronin manages only the beginning of a soft laugh when his mouth is stolen by a kiss, and it's with Remi's words still echoing in his mind that he silently writes the answer with his tongue. [say]I'd never make you do anything you didn't already want to do,[/say] he purrs through the Attuned bond, in case that isn't sufficient.
Parting from him only enough to shift to his knees, the Knight guides both of Remi's legs to hook around his hips, so he might properly feel the way their bodies meet with each of his thrusts. As if to apologise for this sudden lack of friction between them in other areas, one of his hands glides against the Bastion's thighs and up, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing it, offering a slow, firm stroke of his length.