nobody's soldier

if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

Hiccuping in a breath he should have known to hold, Remi glances over his shoulder as if to prove to himself that it was in fact Ronin behind him—or an iteration of him at least—and not somehow anyone else. Catching sight of blue beneath a dark fringe of black has heat flaring up from his core, and it's with possessive and demanding hands that he turns Ronin in his arms so that they were all facing the same direction.

I hardly even know my own name right now. Remi thinks in return, the mental words scattered and distracted as his mind wars with his body about whether it's best to press backward against the duplicate or forward against the Knight. Gods, and imagine if there was a third of you.. As if to emphasize just what Remi would be inclined to do with a third Ronin, he grazes his teeth against the Knight's earlobe before his tongue traces the water trickling down his skin toward his shoulder. It was the only sort of orgy the Bastion was remotely interested in these days, but just the thought of having his husband in so many ways at once had Remi's mouth-watering.

Had they not been in the shower he might have been inclined to lift Ronin into his arms and fuck him against the wall, alas, not even demigod strength would save them if one of them slipped and fell, and while they probably could walk it off without so much as a bruise, no part of the Bastion was willing to risk his experiment of trying to make his husband come twice, at once.

we'll float away