even my darkness shines for you
You never have to tell me twice, Ronin replies, the words all but singing out of his body everywhere they touch as well as rumbling through the bond they share. It's with the sort of reluctance that brings a frown to the Knight's face that he moves back and away from Remi rather than pressing further into him, aiming to coax the other man to follow - just enough for his duplicate to appear flush against the Bastion's back.
How do three Taliesins fit into an already cramped space, you ask? Creatively, as it happens, and the hot water is no longer responsible for the majority of the heat filling the shower. Stuttering in a breath as he's forced to part from Remi's lips, already Ronin is near overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his husband's body, and the laugh that escapes his duplicate's lips is shaky to say the least.
Haven't we ever tried that before? He wonders. It seems like the sort of thing they'd have tried and failed at multiple times, in fact; there's only so much Ronin can do to concentrate on his magic when Remi's clever hands and tongue are at work.
How do three Taliesins fit into an already cramped space, you ask? Creatively, as it happens, and the hot water is no longer responsible for the majority of the heat filling the shower. Stuttering in a breath as he's forced to part from Remi's lips, already Ronin is near overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his husband's body, and the laugh that escapes his duplicate's lips is shaky to say the least.
Haven't we ever tried that before? He wonders. It seems like the sort of thing they'd have tried and failed at multiple times, in fact; there's only so much Ronin can do to concentrate on his magic when Remi's clever hands and tongue are at work.
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