[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

One might think that after so many years Ronin's reaction wouldn't come as a surprise such that Remi would be able to savour the success of his teasing, and yet as it has always been for the Bastion, he's entirely undone by the blue of his husband's eyes, never mind the rather brutish way he's shoved down onto the bed. It fills him with the saw raw and shaky sense of awe he often experienced when the pair were first dating when his mind would try and contemplate the impossibility of a man like Ronin liking him, much less wanting him, and yet the body pinning his to the bed left no room for any such doubt.

Lifting his chin a touch defiantly as he pulls in a quick breath, there's little time to bask in the oil slick feeling of his husband's emotions beginning to seep between them before Ronin's lips begin to crush his own in a kiss that has Remi's emotions growing similarly feral in response. Fighting back with his tongue in defiance of the kiss as much as to deepen it, the Bastion traces the familiar contours of his husband's impressive physique with the sort of pressure that would no doubt have others flinching away in pain. "Well, you've got me in bed now." Remi hisses, nipping at the Knight's lower lip. "Now what?"

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding