the white knight
"Oh?" Ronin whispers against Remi's throat. "And what would you have them think I do instead?" Perhaps he can break free of the tentacles and strong arms holding him in place; perhaps they can make the others in Frey's Breath believe there really is something monstrous lurking in the mist all around, but whether that monster takes the form of a leviathan or a man is not something the Knight can yet answer, truthfully.
He can't answer much, in fact, as the Bastion's grip around him increases, Ronin barely succeeding in biting back a moan of pleasure and impatience, his hips trying to lift fruitlessly into the sensation. Only when Remi's pace increases does the Knight find himself far past six on the scale - far enough that he can no longer articulate it other than to hiss Remi's name against the shell of his ear. It's both a warning and a plea for more, and gods if only the other man were fucking him properly, perhaps they could both test their stealth.
He can't answer much, in fact, as the Bastion's grip around him increases, Ronin barely succeeding in biting back a moan of pleasure and impatience, his hips trying to lift fruitlessly into the sensation. Only when Remi's pace increases does the Knight find himself far past six on the scale - far enough that he can no longer articulate it other than to hiss Remi's name against the shell of his ear. It's both a warning and a plea for more, and gods if only the other man were fucking him properly, perhaps they could both test their stealth.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
