I'm almost me again

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

"Well, picture whatever a ten would be, and halve it." Remi suggests smugly as his hand continues to glide against his husband's cock. There was a risk of friction despite the water, and so it was with a ghostly grip that he allowed his pace to pick up ever so slightly. "Shhhh," the Bastion corrects gently as Ronin's breath leaves his lips at a pace decidedly not measured or steady. While Remi's own reaction is entirely silent, there is a throbbing garnet pulse of arousal that colours the bond between the two with every stuttered breath that leaves the Knight's lips.

"What were we thinking?" The Bastion agrees, sighing wearily. Had his husband not been so racist weird about the feel of his tentacles, Remi might have had the Knight's hands bound below the surface where they couldn't paw or clutch. Alas. "What makes you say that? You couldn't be bothered to play marco polo properly and that's a game all about stealth, so I had to figure out another." Chuckling to himself at how surprisingly reasonable that sounded, Remi tilted his head back and into the fingers that clutched at his wet curls, humming a warm note of encouragement.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

Table inspo from kae!