if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
"Now, I'm certainly no expert, but I do recall seeing a fair number of no swimming signs on those fountains." Remi mutters, lifting his eyebrows and tilting his head skeptically to the side. "A few in your handwriting if I'm not mistaken." He adds casually, but with all the gravity of having just revealed a rather damning bit of evidence.
As it happened Remi hadn't meant it as an innuendo, but if the shoe fit...Letting himself lean fully back against the wall of their shower as if needing its support, the Bastion let his eyes rove properly over his husband. Caught first on the roguish blue of the Knight's gaze, Remi reached out to gently comb a few stray sands of hair back from Ronin's forehead that the salt and pepper spray of his husband's hair wouldn't interrupt Remi's attempts to count the various strains of colour in the Knight's eyes.
Lower, Ronin's body was so much more than a mere amalgamation of bronze muscles and jagged scars, though likely that's what most saw when treated to seeing him shirtless. Remi, who'd known his husband's body when it was relatively free of marks save for a few made by the claws of regular beasts or the sorts that came from mundane misadventures, felt as though he was able to see every herculean task that had formed the rise and fall of his husband's physique, could feel the pain of when the Knight's brawn hadn't been enough to save those he cared about, could taste the relief when it had.
Letting his hand fall from Ronin's thigh to reach for one of the Knight's hands, the Bastion lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss against every knuckle before turning it over in order to graze his teeth against the jut of muscle leading up to his thumb and then licking away any lingering trace of salt left there by the sea. Despite his efforts to keep his gaze intentionally above Ronin's hips, his eyes followed the lines of water as they trickled down his husband's stomach before slipping lower through the v-shaped canals beneath his abs and finally to where the Knight's erection jutted out to meet his own. Inhaling sharply, a dark heat flaring up through Remi's core that had his toes curling slightly, the Bastion's fingers tensed against Ronin's hand, drawing the Knight closer and draping his arm over his shoulder as if to set the pair up for a dance.
Curling his own arm around Ronin's shoulder to draw the Knight properly against him, Remi silenced the moan of pleasure that parted his lips as his body pressed against Ronin's, by fitting his mouth against the Knight's in a demanding but slow kiss.
As it happened Remi hadn't meant it as an innuendo, but if the shoe fit...Letting himself lean fully back against the wall of their shower as if needing its support, the Bastion let his eyes rove properly over his husband. Caught first on the roguish blue of the Knight's gaze, Remi reached out to gently comb a few stray sands of hair back from Ronin's forehead that the salt and pepper spray of his husband's hair wouldn't interrupt Remi's attempts to count the various strains of colour in the Knight's eyes.
Lower, Ronin's body was so much more than a mere amalgamation of bronze muscles and jagged scars, though likely that's what most saw when treated to seeing him shirtless. Remi, who'd known his husband's body when it was relatively free of marks save for a few made by the claws of regular beasts or the sorts that came from mundane misadventures, felt as though he was able to see every herculean task that had formed the rise and fall of his husband's physique, could feel the pain of when the Knight's brawn hadn't been enough to save those he cared about, could taste the relief when it had.
Letting his hand fall from Ronin's thigh to reach for one of the Knight's hands, the Bastion lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss against every knuckle before turning it over in order to graze his teeth against the jut of muscle leading up to his thumb and then licking away any lingering trace of salt left there by the sea. Despite his efforts to keep his gaze intentionally above Ronin's hips, his eyes followed the lines of water as they trickled down his husband's stomach before slipping lower through the v-shaped canals beneath his abs and finally to where the Knight's erection jutted out to meet his own. Inhaling sharply, a dark heat flaring up through Remi's core that had his toes curling slightly, the Bastion's fingers tensed against Ronin's hand, drawing the Knight closer and draping his arm over his shoulder as if to set the pair up for a dance.
Curling his own arm around Ronin's shoulder to draw the Knight properly against him, Remi silenced the moan of pleasure that parted his lips as his body pressed against Ronin's, by fitting his mouth against the Knight's in a demanding but slow kiss.
we'll float away
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
