even my darkness shines for you
Given that Ronin has once fucked Remi up against a rock in the Greatwood, the canvas might as well be silk sheets or hot springs water. Not that it matters, as the Bastion rightly notes, because it's not long before the only thing Ronin can feel is the warmth of his husband's skin, the softness of his lips contrasting with the sharp nip of teeth. I wasn't aware that there was anything to outdo, he rumbles, amusement rippling out of him wherever they touch.
But all the same, this is a very grand gesture. Maybe once they've finished lavishing each other with all the attention they deserve, Ronin might even be interested in the results.
For now, though, with Remi's moans ringing in his ears and his hands descending down the other man's body, the Knight is focused on only one thing. Well, two things, since his attempts to fumble for the basket of paints where he's certain there was also some lube are being very much sabotaged by the way their bodies press together, Ronin gasping into the other man's mouth and forcing himself back if only for a second.
"You look like a piece of art right now," he remarks, gazing down at his husband with a crooked smile. "Maybe next time I'll hang you on our wall and fuck you."
But all the same, this is a very grand gesture. Maybe once they've finished lavishing each other with all the attention they deserve, Ronin might even be interested in the results.
For now, though, with Remi's moans ringing in his ears and his hands descending down the other man's body, the Knight is focused on only one thing. Well, two things, since his attempts to fumble for the basket of paints where he's certain there was also some lube are being very much sabotaged by the way their bodies press together, Ronin gasping into the other man's mouth and forcing himself back if only for a second.
"You look like a piece of art right now," he remarks, gazing down at his husband with a crooked smile. "Maybe next time I'll hang you on our wall and fuck you."
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