nobody's soldier

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

Hissing in a breath that will send surprise ricocheting through the bond to feel his feathers touched—gods but it was difficult to keep his mind wrapped around what was going on when he was so wonderfully wrapped between his husband—Remi shivers despite the heat. It's the sort of shiver that has sensation bleeding all the way down to his bones, and if his teeth grow a touch jagged against Ronin's skin, well, all the better that it isn't his projection.

Moaning, the sound stilted given the shallow nature of the breaths Remi had been daring to sip in, the Bastion gives his head a little shake. "I..I don't know which side of this I'd rather be on." He mutters, sounding almost pained but feeling anything but.

Every breath that the Bastion does take only fuels the wildfire spreading up from his groin, and gods perhaps he'd just grown old and boring over the years but suddenly he wanted nothing at all to do with the challenge he'd issued the Knight. "You win—" He pants, thrusting his hips forward despite the projection's hold over him. At the same moment he pulls Ronin back against him, his hand suddenly moving in rhythm with astral!Ronin's hips. Fuck. The word is almost a whimper as Remi presses his forehead against his husband's shoulder, helpless to stop the way his hips were bucking forward and backward with equal need. You win, He silently pants, his emotions fracturing in star-bright rays of gold and blue. Gods you win.

we'll float away