the white knight
Shut up, Ronin hisses back through the bond, and though his words are not carefully chosen, they still provide the response to a conversation that could easily be quite innocuous. Because who if not two married, gay demigods could bicker about what counts as relaxation in a hotspring that's as good an excuse for a spa day as Caido has available? Tightening his fingers in Remi's curls and finding his breath escaping in quick bursts through his nose, he has to do his best not to react as the first sparks of his orgasm claw the way up the backs of his thighs.
Call it revenge or merely an outlet for the teasing he's been forced to endure, but Ronin's hand uncharacteristically presses down against the back of his husband's head, all but gagging him on his cock as he cums, and it's with a shuddering breath that he's suddenly left adrift on the water and on the aftershocks of his own ecstasy. And gods he almost hates it - the silence, the half-relief, the way his husband is out of sight.
Call it revenge or merely an outlet for the teasing he's been forced to endure, but Ronin's hand uncharacteristically presses down against the back of his husband's head, all but gagging him on his cock as he cums, and it's with a shuddering breath that he's suddenly left adrift on the water and on the aftershocks of his own ecstasy. And gods he almost hates it - the silence, the half-relief, the way his husband is out of sight.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
