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?
Tilting his head back against the canvas as Ronin presses himself all the way forward, Remi's toes clench as he inhales sharply, utterly undone by the feeling of being filled so resplendently by the Knight. These days the Bastion was as driven with need for his husband as he was with love, such that on occasions as this, the encouragement of Remi's legs and hands were more to find new ways for their bodies to fit together as to chase the budding itch between his legs.
Of course the latter quickly became hard to ignore.
"Gods I love you," Remi panted against Ronin's ear, his fingertips parting the smears of blue across the Knight's shoulders and leaving streaks of red in their wake. Having not riled themselves into a frenzy as they had on prior occasions, neither the Knight nor Bastion needed to race towards their respective climaxes, but nor were they lazy in their efforts. With one hand clasped against his husband's shoulder and the other between their bodies, Remi came with laughter on his lips and with the colour of Ronin's eyes filling his thoughts.
Breathless and brimming with affection, as the two men came back into themselves, Remi released his hold on Ronin's body so that his hands were free to plunge into his husband's hair instead. As was often (always) the case after sex, the palette of the Bastion's emotions grew golden and gleamed brightly in all the places they touched. "I have never been so in love with you, as I am now." He whispers, pressing his lips to the Knight's cheek.
Though the water was cold, the demigods were able to ward off the worst of the chill with leviathan scales and rubbery flesh until they were mostly clean. No doubt they'd still be finding paint in the creases of their ears later that day, but at least there were no obvious signs as to how the canvas they carted back to their houseboat had been painted.
~FIN
Of course the latter quickly became hard to ignore.
"Gods I love you," Remi panted against Ronin's ear, his fingertips parting the smears of blue across the Knight's shoulders and leaving streaks of red in their wake. Having not riled themselves into a frenzy as they had on prior occasions, neither the Knight nor Bastion needed to race towards their respective climaxes, but nor were they lazy in their efforts. With one hand clasped against his husband's shoulder and the other between their bodies, Remi came with laughter on his lips and with the colour of Ronin's eyes filling his thoughts.
Breathless and brimming with affection, as the two men came back into themselves, Remi released his hold on Ronin's body so that his hands were free to plunge into his husband's hair instead. As was often (
Though the water was cold, the demigods were able to ward off the worst of the chill with leviathan scales and rubbery flesh until they were mostly clean. No doubt they'd still be finding paint in the creases of their ears later that day, but at least there were no obvious signs as to how the canvas they carted back to their houseboat had been painted.
~FIN
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.
