how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?
Remi Taliesin
 the Bastion

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 70 - DEX: 60 - END: 123 - LUCK: 100 - ARC: 128 - INT: 3 - HP: 1845 - BASE ROLL: 160
ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Posts: 11,330 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#43
i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi arches instinctively into Ronin’s grip, the Bastion all taut muscle and flushed skin, chasing every movement like it might be his last. His heels dig against the small of Ronin’s back as his legs wrap tighter around the Knight’s waist, pulling him close again with something feral behind the motion. "Don’t stop," he gasps, his voice raw, half-wrecked already, despising the meagre distance Ronin had put between them.

But when Ronin’s hand closes around his cock, the sound Remi makes is closer to a sob than a moan, the line between pleasure and desperation drawn so fine it might not exist at all. His fingers claw at the earth beside them, hips rolling up, greedy and wild for the friction that was stolen and now half-returned.

Every stroke pulls another gasp from him, every thrust honed into the sharp edge of pleasure. Remi is all instinct now, chasing every motion with a kind of single-minded desperation, as if the only thing in the world worth focusing on is Ronin and the way their bodies fit together. His hands map his husband's thighs, gripping hard when the pressure hits just right, grounding himself in skin and muscle and the heat between them.

"Keep going," he pants again, the words half a command and half a prayer. "Fuck—don’t stop—" His voice is hoarse with want, with love, with everything he's never been able to put into words and doesn't need to now—not when Ronin is already giving it back tenfold with every breath, every touch.

THE
BASTION

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Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin Taliesin
 the White Knight

Age: 36 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 75 - DEX: 101 - END: 31 - LUCK: 97 - ARC: 135 - INT: 3 - HP: 465 - BASE ROLL: 198
SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey
Posts: 7,847 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#44
even my darkness shines for you
"Never," Ronin assures his husband, his voice rough with desire and exertion, rewarding every gasp and moan and keening sound of pleasure with a squeeze of Remi's cock or a faster stroke of his hand. The problem, of course, is that the man beneath him is a fucking tableau of all the things the Knight desires the most, and while stopping is the absolute last thing on his mind, it's safe to say that even watching Remi enjoy himself is enough to drag him, unprompted, to the very edge of his self-control.

"Fuck," he whispers, a trickle of sweat beading down between his shoulder blades, a soft breeze dispelling a few blossoms and leaves from the trees overhead. "Fuck, Remi--" Hissing the other man's name between clenched teeth, with one hand still gripping his cock and the other leaving fingertip bruises against his thighs, there's little else in his mind other than the man beneath him, the way his body arches against the ground and shreds the earth with the force of his desire for him.
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WHITEKNIGHT

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Remi Taliesin
 the Bastion

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 70 - DEX: 60 - END: 123 - LUCK: 100 - ARC: 128 - INT: 3 - HP: 1845 - BASE ROLL: 160
ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Posts: 11,330 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#45
i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi’s skin burns with every stroke, with every purposeful grind of Ronin’s hips and in all the places the Knight's fingertips press against his thigh. "Fuck, Ronin" he echoes low and hoarse, the word barely a breath between clenched teeth. The exquisite evenness of Ronin’s pressure—the maddening restraint—makes it worse. Makes it better. With Leafchange soon to turn the world wild around them, Remi knows how easily his husband could lose himself to instinct. That he hasn’t is devastating; it keeps Remi locked beneath him, mindless with want, driven to the edge by every inch of calculated control.

His back arches beneath the firm grip on his thigh, grass crushed beneath his spine. Talons tease the edge of his fingertips, curling into the dirt for something to hold onto as pressure builds, sharp and spiralling. Feathers snarl through his curls like they’re clinging on for him as his wings itch against his shoulder blades, almost as if his body thinks it might diffuse the building pressure in his spine if there was more of it on offer.

"I love you," Remi gasps—once, then again, until it becomes a mantra that trembles in the space between their bodies. He’s panting now, his whole body tensed and focused on the rhythm, the friction, the maddening control of Ronin’s hands. It builds from the base of his spine, coils tight in his belly, and when he breathes, it’s a warning and a surrender all at once.

"Gods, I'm gonna cum," he manages before he lifts his hips hard, the motion sending him over the edge with a full-body tremor. One hand clamps around Ronin’s thigh, the other buried in the earth, clawed and shaking, hips still chasing every last pulse of pleasure.

THE
BASTION

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Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin Taliesin
 the White Knight

Age: 36 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 75 - DEX: 101 - END: 31 - LUCK: 97 - ARC: 135 - INT: 3 - HP: 465 - BASE ROLL: 198
SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey
Posts: 7,847 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#46
even my darkness shines for you
It isn't his name called out into the trees, as had been Ronin's initial plan, but fuck if the Knight hasn't half forgotten all about that anyway. The words that do slip from his husband's lips are ones that purr through him like a prayer or a curse or something curiously in between, heralding the inevitable. I love you, he sends back through the Attuned bond, jaw clenching around a near snarl as he feels Remi break beneath him, and the feel of his pleasure shoves Ronin forcefully across that brink with him.

Thrusting hard into the other man as if to meet every roll of his hips with as much resistance as he can, it's with his fingers buried in the earth and his other hand continuing to keep Remi's leg hooked around his waist that he finally remembers to breathe, the air shuddering out of him amid the static bliss of their shared climax. There's nothing, for a few long moments, but the pant of his breath and the thunder of his pulse and the sweet ecstasy wherever they touch, Ronin shifting to press his forehead against the crook of the Bastion's shoulder.

"As scenic routes go," he whispers, the barest hint of amusement in a void made rough with exertion, "I think this is probably one of my favourites."
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WHITEKNIGHT

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Remi Taliesin
 the Bastion

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 70 - DEX: 60 - END: 123 - LUCK: 100 - ARC: 128 - INT: 3 - HP: 1845 - BASE ROLL: 160
ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Posts: 11,330 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#47
i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi breathes through the aftershocks, his body arching once more, though not from need this time, but in surrender. Every inch of him hums, overrun and flooded with the residual pulse of shared ecstasy. There’s nothing left in him but the weightless thrum of love so loud it eclipses thought.

A shiver rolls through him that has nothing to do with the temperature, but from the tenderness that always follows in moments like these, raw and aching in its intensity. His talons recede with a reluctant twitch, fingertips smoothing over Ronin’s shoulder blades like he’s trying to press every last heartbeat of the moment into memory. His leg remains hooked comfortably at Ronin’s waist, shifting only to drape more easily around him, keeping them close even now.

Still catching his breath, Remi grins lazily into the crook of his husband’s neck. "Well," he mumbles, his voice hoarse but warm, "I guess we’ll find out if the forest approves based on how quickly we're spat out."

He doesn’t make a move to get up—doesn’t even consider it. Not when every part of him still feels liquid and weightless and full. His hands coast lazily across Ronin’s back, eyes fluttering shut as he sinks deeper into the space between heartbeats. "Though if you're suggesting going now, you’re gonna have to carry me," he adds with a drowsy smile. "Because there's no way I'm ready to move just yet."

THE
BASTION

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Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin Taliesin
 the White Knight

Age: 36 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 75 - DEX: 101 - END: 31 - LUCK: 97 - ARC: 135 - INT: 3 - HP: 465 - BASE ROLL: 198
SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey
Posts: 7,847 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#48
even my darkness shines for you
Shivering at the feel of suddenly gentle fingertips ghosting down his back, Ronin shifts himself just enough to be comfortable without giving up an inch of space between them. Given their demigodly strength and endurance, this of course means he can all but collapse atop his husband without worrying too much about suffocating him. He lets his eyes drift shut as if to better try to match the beating of his heart against Remi's as it slows to a less frantic rhythm, huffing out a laugh as the other man's voice hits the air.

"It wouldn't be the first time either of us has been spit out of a magical land," Ronin says ruefully, cracking open an eye to nose against Remi's cheek, leaving an obnoxious kiss against the scruff of his jaw. "The last thing I was going to suggest is leaving now," he assures him, relishing the feel of the blanket of grass beneath their bare flesh. "In fact, I was going to suggest a sneaky little wild nap, like old times. And then, if you're still tired, of course I'll carry you." He grins.
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WHITEKNIGHT

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Remi Taliesin
 the Bastion

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 70 - DEX: 60 - END: 123 - LUCK: 100 - ARC: 128 - INT: 3 - HP: 1845 - BASE ROLL: 160
ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Posts: 11,330 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#49
i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi huffs a low laugh, the sound warm and lazy as it curls into Ronin’s throat. "Thank the gods we were never spit out in Halo," he murmurs, nuzzling into the Knight’s cheek despite the obnoxious kiss. "Imagine having to chisel each other out of the ice rather than just stealing tracking down a wagon to sleep in?" His smile softens into something boyish as his hands idly smooth over Ronin’s back, like he could map out constellations in his spine if he just kept tracing long enough.

At the suggestion of a nap, he gasps theatrically, lifting his head just enough to glance over his shoulder as if checking for spies. "A wild nap? Ronin Taliesin, what would the trees say?" he teases, the sparkle in his eyes wholly unrepentant. Still, the idea clearly appeals—Remi sighs with contentment, his grin never fading as he stretches just enough to make room.

"I hope you’ll forgive me," he says, voice dropping to a mockingly solemn tone, "for no longer being able to conjure up a dream-bed, or even a blanket. The luxuries of old age." Even as he says it, he shifts with ease, curling onto his side and unfurling his wings with a fluid, sun-dappled stretch. Golden feathers gleam in the light as he extends one broad wing behind Ronin in invitation, the other settling low to form a makeshift barrier from the world.

"Come here," he murmurs, tugging the Knight closer with a curl of fingers at his hip. "The trees can keep watch."

THE
BASTION

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Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin Taliesin
 the White Knight

Age: 36 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 15
STR: 75 - DEX: 101 - END: 31 - LUCK: 97 - ARC: 135 - INT: 3 - HP: 465 - BASE ROLL: 198
SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey
Posts: 7,847 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#50
even my darkness shines for you
"Ooof. That wouldn't have been kind. Especially if we'd been naked like right now," Ronin agrees with a smile that's ruined by the way Remi nuzzles against him, not that he minds in the slightest. Stretching out into the warm grass and against his husband's affectionate touches, he's clearly unrepentant at his idea of a wild nap, doubling down as he relaxes back into Remi's arms. "Don't tell them," he whispers, "but I don't really care what the trees say, when it comes to what you and I get up to."

Drawing his finger to his lips to shhhhh dramatically, whatever else Ronin is about to stay is promptly silenced by the sudden, golden fan of a wing. Turning enough to gaze up and admire the feathers as they stretch, letting in tiny bands of light, he reaches up to trace gentle fingers across them. "There's nothing to forgive. I think I prefer this anyway," he admits, nestling in closer and burying his face against soft curls, drawing in a long breath and sighing it out as he lets his body grow boneless and heavy.

"I love you," he hums into Remi's hair. "Now, don't wake me until it's Leafchange, or until the void is all gone. Whichever comes first."

~FIN
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