the white knight
"What would you describe as a five?" Ronin wants to know, doing his best to keep his voice pitched low and soft enough that not even the mist around them might be aware that they're having a conversation. All the while, of course, this is Remi Taliesin, and no one is more expert in coaxing pleasure from his husband than he is, the Knight hiccuping a soft breath against the other man's neck as he continues his ministrations.
"How could I forget?" he whispers, recalling well the sight of the other man over him, his nimbus at his back and the steam whorling overhead from the hotsprings all around. "What a shame that we had to ruin it by... by letting everyone know about it," he agrees, letting one hand slip up and through the back of the Bastion's curls, the other touching to the arm braced across his chest. "I am beginning to suspect that this isn't anything at all to do with stealth training, Remi."
"How could I forget?" he whispers, recalling well the sight of the other man over him, his nimbus at his back and the steam whorling overhead from the hotsprings all around. "What a shame that we had to ruin it by... by letting everyone know about it," he agrees, letting one hand slip up and through the back of the Bastion's curls, the other touching to the arm braced across his chest. "I am beginning to suspect that this isn't anything at all to do with stealth training, Remi."
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
