gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Practically able to feel the way Remi's pulse quickens beneath his lips and hands, Ronin is more than keen to stoke the fire of their runaway heartbeats. And as he's finally able to press himself against the Bastion without any pesky barriers like clothing, his arousal is something that refuses to be ignored or controlled. (And really, Remi only has himself to blame for filling the Knight's mind with the idea that someone might be watching, ready to snatch him away at any moment).
Not in a particularly obedient state of mind, nevertheless the order that trickles into his ears is enough to have his pupils flaring into serpentine slits, Ronin huffing a wicked laugh against his husband's throat. Claw-tipped fingers shiver up the length of his spine, a sensation which has his hips automatically rolling down against Remi, and though he's still holding the other man possessively against him, Ronin complies.
Whatever he does knock askew will have to be righted later - for now the world above the Bastion will turn pale and flecked with soft gold as draconic wings stretch and flare, the membranes stretching and catching against the morning light still flooding in through the windows. "Gods, I want you," Ronin growls, hands careless enough to leave fingertip bruises as they roam across the other man's body.
Not in a particularly obedient state of mind, nevertheless the order that trickles into his ears is enough to have his pupils flaring into serpentine slits, Ronin huffing a wicked laugh against his husband's throat. Claw-tipped fingers shiver up the length of his spine, a sensation which has his hips automatically rolling down against Remi, and though he's still holding the other man possessively against him, Ronin complies.
Whatever he does knock askew will have to be righted later - for now the world above the Bastion will turn pale and flecked with soft gold as draconic wings stretch and flare, the membranes stretching and catching against the morning light still flooding in through the windows. "Gods, I want you," Ronin growls, hands careless enough to leave fingertip bruises as they roam across the other man's body.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
