babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
Each word dripped into his ear has heat beginning to simmer low in Remi's belly, with every minute shift of Ronin's body above him only encouragingly the slow broil of his arousal. Exhaling a sharp exhale of breath into the Knight's dark bed-mussed hair, Remi stretches out beneath him, his muscles taut with anticipation as he fights to keep feral declarations of love caged behind his teeth.
Once again jutting his chin upward as his hands are pinned, had Remi not retracted his wings to save on space, they'd have been flared defiantly outward by now in an instinctive attempt to make himself seem larger and thus more difficult to dominate. It was a funny thing, to feel the urge to fight against Ronin's ministrations despite being wildly turned on by them, but such was the nature of the beasts that lingered and stirred inside of the Bastion's bones. No doubt the Knight was experiencing precisely the same sort of tension, if not for utterly opposite reasons.
The increased weight against him has a ragged moan dragged from Remi's throat, against which his hands instinctively begin to struggle in Ronin's grasp, wanting nothing more than to pin the Knight's body in place above his in an attempt to cage the heat that bloomed between them. "If you do that they might think one of us is in trouble and come running." Flooding their bond with thoughts of their front door bursting open, of nosey Torchers with their faces pressed against the windows, of someone taking Remi away, the Bastion grins wickedly as his teeth snap together hoping for his husband to silence the sound with another kiss.
Once again jutting his chin upward as his hands are pinned, had Remi not retracted his wings to save on space, they'd have been flared defiantly outward by now in an instinctive attempt to make himself seem larger and thus more difficult to dominate. It was a funny thing, to feel the urge to fight against Ronin's ministrations despite being wildly turned on by them, but such was the nature of the beasts that lingered and stirred inside of the Bastion's bones. No doubt the Knight was experiencing precisely the same sort of tension, if not for utterly opposite reasons.
The increased weight against him has a ragged moan dragged from Remi's throat, against which his hands instinctively begin to struggle in Ronin's grasp, wanting nothing more than to pin the Knight's body in place above his in an attempt to cage the heat that bloomed between them. "If you do that they might think one of us is in trouble and come running." Flooding their bond with thoughts of their front door bursting open, of nosey Torchers with their faces pressed against the windows, of someone taking Remi away, the Bastion grins wickedly as his teeth snap together hoping for his husband to silence the sound with another kiss.
it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding
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.
