if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Something about the wonderful roughness in Ronin's voice has the Bastion gasping softly as the muscles of his abdomen and all along his shoulders tense and shiver. He hardly has time to savour the sensation before astral!Ronin is moving against him—inside of him—and before he knows it feathers are flooding down his spine, through his curls, and across the top of his shoulders as he fights to hold himself to the challenge he'd devised for them only moments before.
Being fucked by his husband's projection feels about as close to cheating as the Bastion ever cares to come, but gods if there isn't something strangely taboo about it just the same. Perhaps if they'd been in front of a mirror the sensation wouldn't be so strong, but even with the familiar fingers around his chest and the lips he likely knew better than his own whispering against his skin, still the otherness of it all had him groping a hand around Ronin's chest, his fingers splaying possessively.
"Can you feel it?" Remi wants to know, his voice growing more ragged as he tries to keep himself still save for the movement of his hand. Running his teeth along the line of his husband's shoulder as if to displace the tension he felt so that his fingers around Ronin's cock could remain soft and rhythmic, he had to stifle a moan as the angle astral!Ronin had opted for, struck a nerve that sent static flaring up his spine. "In...in both places?" Both cocks, he means, though he squeezes his fingers ever so slightly just in case any further clarification was needed.
Being fucked by his husband's projection feels about as close to cheating as the Bastion ever cares to come, but gods if there isn't something strangely taboo about it just the same. Perhaps if they'd been in front of a mirror the sensation wouldn't be so strong, but even with the familiar fingers around his chest and the lips he likely knew better than his own whispering against his skin, still the otherness of it all had him groping a hand around Ronin's chest, his fingers splaying possessively.
"Can you feel it?" Remi wants to know, his voice growing more ragged as he tries to keep himself still save for the movement of his hand. Running his teeth along the line of his husband's shoulder as if to displace the tension he felt so that his fingers around Ronin's cock could remain soft and rhythmic, he had to stifle a moan as the angle astral!Ronin had opted for, struck a nerve that sent static flaring up his spine. "In...in both places?" Both cocks, he means, though he squeezes his fingers ever so slightly just in case any further clarification was needed.
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.
