I'm almost me again

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

Remi had been prepared for curls to be tugged from his head, bloody scratches to be left on his shoulders, maybe a heel or elbow to the ribs for his mischief, but as he felt Ronin's hand press his head down until the Bastion's lips nearly touched the skin around the Knight's erection, Remi's his brief flicker of surprise was instantly obliterated by raw arousal. —fuck— He thought darkly, and given that it was the first time Ronin had ever done something like that, it was rather convenient that Remi had been underwater for it: as Remi wasn't trying to actively breathe, as Ronin came against the back of his throat there was no resistance, no reason to choke.

Lavishing the Knight's twitching cock with gentle swipes of his tongue, Remi waits until the hand on his head relaxes before he surfaces against Ronin's chest, with that same eerie silence with which he'd gone under. Letting the tentacle chair disappear just as he curled his arms around the Knight, Remi pressed his lips firmly against his husband's in order to quell the disapproval he was quite sure was coming. Don't be mad, he thinks, humming against his husband's lips. You clearly liked that a little.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

Table inspo from kae!