the white knight
"Well, one of us is." A smarter man, Ronin means, and it's entirely uncertain which of them he's referring to in this moment. Perhaps it's neither, if he gives it some real thought, but gods then Remi's hand picks up its teasing pace against his cock and the Knight swears he can taste blood with how hard he's biting the inside of his cheek so as to not give away their position (or their activities) with the sound of his pleasure.
His fingers tighten in the other man's curls, Ronin turning enough that he might press slow, hot kisses against the line of Remi's jaw. Whilst this game is much different to marco polo, he's finding it nevertheless very difficult to remember the rules or how to win. As has been the case for years now, the strong arms holding him aloft in the hot water, the flood of feeling vibrating everywhere they touch, it all combines exquisitely into Ronin's undoing.
"Six," he whispers roughly - belatedly - against the Bastion's throat, though whether he's accurately representing himself on the stress scale or whether he's just said the first number that's popped into his head is quite unclear.
His fingers tighten in the other man's curls, Ronin turning enough that he might press slow, hot kisses against the line of Remi's jaw. Whilst this game is much different to marco polo, he's finding it nevertheless very difficult to remember the rules or how to win. As has been the case for years now, the strong arms holding him aloft in the hot water, the flood of feeling vibrating everywhere they touch, it all combines exquisitely into Ronin's undoing.
"Six," he whispers roughly - belatedly - against the Bastion's throat, though whether he's accurately representing himself on the stress scale or whether he's just said the first number that's popped into his head is quite unclear.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
