even my darkness shines for you
At least with his astral projection comparatively doing all the work, the real Ronin can do his best to feel all that's happening - enough so that he manages a brief and near disbelieving smirk as he doesn't yet manage to snap the tether of Remi's willpower. The feathers are a beautiful touch, though, and one of the projection's hands drift to the Bastion's spine, whispering up through the soft down and into his curls.
At the question the other man asks, Ronin is about to offer as much of a reply as he can when Remi's fingers pulse against his cock just ever so slightly, and yet it's still enough to have the projection's hips snapping forward unintentionally and a rough moan dragging from his throat. He nods - just about - and tries to stitch together the words that seem to have unspooled on his tongue. "It's strange," he says hoarsely. "But I can feel it, yeah."
At the question the other man asks, Ronin is about to offer as much of a reply as he can when Remi's fingers pulse against his cock just ever so slightly, and yet it's still enough to have the projection's hips snapping forward unintentionally and a rough moan dragging from his throat. He nods - just about - and tries to stitch together the words that seem to have unspooled on his tongue. "It's strange," he says hoarsely. "But I can feel it, yeah."
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