gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
It is a funny thing, not that Ronin is in any state to see the humour in the situation, not with his need for the other man already flaring into a wildfire with every passing second. Feeling his heart skip a beat to hear the moan that escapes Remi's lips, the Bastion's struggle only has him redoubling his efforts to pin him down, a low growl rumbling in his chest as if to warn him against any further shenanigans. (Had he been in his right mind, he might have appreciated how fruitless his efforts are likely to be).
"Who says one of us won't be in trouble by then?" He chuckles against his husband's throat. It might not be the sort of trouble that requires rescue, granted, but that doesn't make it any less true. But at that point Remi is flooding their bond with blasphemy, further igniting the possessive suspicion already threatening to blaze out of control, and Ronin's blue eyes are dark with lust and fury as he peers up at the other man, teeth bared in response to the snapping of his jaws.
Silence him he does, his lips and tongue brokering no room for disagreement, though he's forced, at last, to release Remi's hands if only so he might literally tear the clothes from his body. The sound of ripping fabric is a swift and brutal thing, and if golden scales fleck the Knight's neck and shoulder blades by the time he blankets the other man once more, Remi only has himself to blame.
"Who says one of us won't be in trouble by then?" He chuckles against his husband's throat. It might not be the sort of trouble that requires rescue, granted, but that doesn't make it any less true. But at that point Remi is flooding their bond with blasphemy, further igniting the possessive suspicion already threatening to blaze out of control, and Ronin's blue eyes are dark with lust and fury as he peers up at the other man, teeth bared in response to the snapping of his jaws.
Silence him he does, his lips and tongue brokering no room for disagreement, though he's forced, at last, to release Remi's hands if only so he might literally tear the clothes from his body. The sound of ripping fabric is a swift and brutal thing, and if golden scales fleck the Knight's neck and shoulder blades by the time he blankets the other man once more, Remi only has himself to blame.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
