the bastion
Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?
If I don't lose, how can I learn?
Down they tumble, and though the canvas is not the softest against his skin, the Bastion hardly notices the roughness of the material but for his husband's warmth pressed over him. Meeting the Knight's kiss eagerly, Remi tangles his fingers into his husband's dark hair, streaking it with blue, as his other roams toward the Knight's lower back to encourage their bodies together. The soft crash of the ocean feels absurdly loud upon the shoreline, but as soon as Ronin's lips begin to mark his skin, the Bastion's moans of feral enjoyment seem to drown everything else out.
As Remi's knees fall open and the inner muscles of his thighs whine luxuriously with the press of Ronin between them. Gasping with delight, the Bastion lifts his hips encouragingly, no longer caring at all about the spread of paint and only wanting to feel the space between he and Ronin disappear into nothingness. I know I will never outdo you, but... Letting his teeth graze against his husband's jaw as his fingers tangle and tug Ronin's dark hair, Remi smiles faintly before stealing a demanding kiss from his husband's lips. I had to try.
As Remi's knees fall open and the inner muscles of his thighs whine luxuriously with the press of Ronin between them. Gasping with delight, the Bastion lifts his hips encouragingly, no longer caring at all about the spread of paint and only wanting to feel the space between he and Ronin disappear into nothingness. I know I will never outdo you, but... Letting his teeth graze against his husband's jaw as his fingers tangle and tug Ronin's dark hair, Remi smiles faintly before stealing a demanding kiss from his husband's lips. I had to try.
Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn
I'll try waiting my turn
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.







