even my darkness shines for you
"That's true enough. But they say no swimming, not no Ronin Taliesins, you might notice," the Knights fires back with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. It isn't his best touche, but hopefully Remi can forgive him, given that the vast majority of his blood isn't currently occupying his brain.
Where some might blush or look away or shrink under the weight and intensity of the Bastion's gaze, there isn't anyone Ronin would rather stare at him like this. Feeling somehow stripped bare by seaglass eyes despite already being very naked, he surrenders his hand to the other man's soft lips; and with each kiss, Remi will feel the rose gold flush of his husband's feelings.
Already imagining them in a variety of positions that would be considered adventurous in the small confines of the shower, it clearly isn't something that will stop the Knight from trying. Drawn forward and allowing his arm to slip gently over Remi's shoulder, his mouth meets the Bastion's with a bitten back moan. He wants to descend between the other man's legs, wants to manhandle him against the tiles and fuck him under the streams of hot water. Equally he'd like to feel the broad heat of Remi's body pressed over his own, to be owned and taken and had in a way only the man before him can achieve.
All of that is to say that Ronin can't say for sure what he wants most of all, only that it involves every part of his husband, and he says as much with his tongue and his hands and the hard length of his cock pressed between them.
Where some might blush or look away or shrink under the weight and intensity of the Bastion's gaze, there isn't anyone Ronin would rather stare at him like this. Feeling somehow stripped bare by seaglass eyes despite already being very naked, he surrenders his hand to the other man's soft lips; and with each kiss, Remi will feel the rose gold flush of his husband's feelings.
Already imagining them in a variety of positions that would be considered adventurous in the small confines of the shower, it clearly isn't something that will stop the Knight from trying. Drawn forward and allowing his arm to slip gently over Remi's shoulder, his mouth meets the Bastion's with a bitten back moan. He wants to descend between the other man's legs, wants to manhandle him against the tiles and fuck him under the streams of hot water. Equally he'd like to feel the broad heat of Remi's body pressed over his own, to be owned and taken and had in a way only the man before him can achieve.
All of that is to say that Ronin can't say for sure what he wants most of all, only that it involves every part of his husband, and he says as much with his tongue and his hands and the hard length of his cock pressed between them.
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