the white knight
Unable to maintain any sort of coherent conversation given his current task, Ronin nevertheless does manage to raise an eyebrow up at his husband, which is about as coy a look as Remi will ever receive from the Knight with his mouth wrapped around his cock. Humming a note of either understanding or disagreement, or approval (it really could be anything), his free hand slips up the length of Remi's thigh to coax its way around his hips and to the small of his back, arching him further forward.
Lavishing the Bastion with attention - and yes, keeping his teeth to himself for now - Ronin's eyes close at the feel of fingers in his hair, and he makes a considered effort to relax, to taking even more of the other man into his waiting mouth. All but gagging himself on Remi already, it's through quick snatches of air through his nose that he maintains something of a rhythm, withdrawing only to let his tongue swirl around the head of his cock in an effort to tease, before swallowing him up once more.
Lavishing the Bastion with attention - and yes, keeping his teeth to himself for now - Ronin's eyes close at the feel of fingers in his hair, and he makes a considered effort to relax, to taking even more of the other man into his waiting mouth. All but gagging himself on Remi already, it's through quick snatches of air through his nose that he maintains something of a rhythm, withdrawing only to let his tongue swirl around the head of his cock in an effort to tease, before swallowing him up once more.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
