honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
If you were married to a man as thoroughly charming and handsome as Ronin Taliesin, you too would feel a satisfying sense of victory when able to tangle his silver tongue. So it was that the Nova would feel gold curdling through the sunshine-brightness of Remi's emotions as he continued to lavish attention across every inch of his husband's bed-warmed skin.
"No, not to fuck. This was Mort, not Frey." Remi corrects, grinning against Ronin's throat. Reaching up one hand to brace himself behind his husband's hand, the Bastion let his fingertips walk themselves down the Nova's abs, meandering now and then as if lost or uncertain about which way to go.
Using his nose to press Ronin's head back against the pillow, Remi sighs with feigned annoyance against the base of his husband's throat. "No Ronin, I said that everything was changed and it would all be alright because something bad happened." Not quite able to help his snark, Remi pressed a soft kiss beneath Ronin's chin as if in apology as his fingers slipped beneath the band of the Nova's underwear.
Lifting himself slightly to peer down into the dark blue of his husband's eyes, Remi pressed his lips against Ronin's, parting them with his tongue at the same time as his fingers descended farther, grasping the base of his growing erection. I told Mort about Vanya, Ronin. He thought, pressing himself against the Nova; it was his job now to act as a shield, and if Ronin was going to explode outwardly at the news, better it be fully against Remi.
He is going to bring her down, Ronin. He is going to make it right.
"No, not to fuck. This was Mort, not Frey." Remi corrects, grinning against Ronin's throat. Reaching up one hand to brace himself behind his husband's hand, the Bastion let his fingertips walk themselves down the Nova's abs, meandering now and then as if lost or uncertain about which way to go.
Using his nose to press Ronin's head back against the pillow, Remi sighs with feigned annoyance against the base of his husband's throat. "No Ronin, I said that everything was changed and it would all be alright because something bad happened." Not quite able to help his snark, Remi pressed a soft kiss beneath Ronin's chin as if in apology as his fingers slipped beneath the band of the Nova's underwear.
Lifting himself slightly to peer down into the dark blue of his husband's eyes, Remi pressed his lips against Ronin's, parting them with his tongue at the same time as his fingers descended farther, grasping the base of his growing erection. I told Mort about Vanya, Ronin. He thought, pressing himself against the Nova; it was his job now to act as a shield, and if Ronin was going to explode outwardly at the news, better it be fully against Remi.
He is going to bring her down, Ronin. He is going to make it right.
innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
