the white knight
"Wh--" Unable to say much else, Ronin's blue eyes widen as his husband is suddenly gone from around him, such that the Knight looks as if he's merely standing alone in the thin mist of Frey's breath. He ought to have known Remi's plan from the moment he took a deep breath, but to feel a hot mouth suddenly swallowing him up has him stuttering in a breath. The urge to direct himself against one of the rocky outcrops - just for something to lean against - is almost irresistible, but alas the other man still has him trapped.
"Remi," he hisses, even though the other man won't be able to hear him, and his lips part around a stifled groan even as his hand tangles anew in the Bastion's curls - not that he can see much of them at the moment. Beaded with sweat and feeling the inexorable pull of an orgasm he can't control, there's no number in the Knight's mind so much as a light that flicks between red and green. What's sure to follow is a climax that is unsatisfying to say the least, given how he has to pretend it isn't happening, but gods if he can't stop it now.
"Remi," he hisses, even though the other man won't be able to hear him, and his lips part around a stifled groan even as his hand tangles anew in the Bastion's curls - not that he can see much of them at the moment. Beaded with sweat and feeling the inexorable pull of an orgasm he can't control, there's no number in the Knight's mind so much as a light that flicks between red and green. What's sure to follow is a climax that is unsatisfying to say the least, given how he has to pretend it isn't happening, but gods if he can't stop it now.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
