babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
If Remi is at fault for what is happening—and indeed, about to—he'll willingly accept whatever punishment Ronin sees fitting for his transgressions. In fact, he's liable to suggest a few if the Knight is willing to entertain suggestions.
Letting his hands—now made rough by the leathery texture of paws—slide up the moon-bright scales coating Ronin's wings, Remi is careful to tuck away his claws so that it's only his fingernails which scratch at the delicate gold membrane that appears to be on fire thanks to the light streaming in through their window. "Is that all you're going to do?" His voice is tight, the accented words barely scraping past his teeth before they snap shut and Remi hisses in a breath as Ronin's bruising touch has him swallowing a moan. "Talk about wanting me?" He manages, his eyes hooded and dark before a silent snarl that might be mistaken for pain has his lips pulling apart. It's anything but, of course, and Ronin will no doubt feel the way the his fingertips have lines of molten fire exploding beneath Remi's skin in the wake of his touch, before immediately flowing south.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go find someone who will." The Bastion hisses, tucking his chin ever so slightly to protect his throat in full anticipation of some sort of backlash for his continued goading. As a counter measure, he thrusts his hips up, his arousal pressed unsatisfyingly between their bodies. Even so, this time he's not able to cage his moan behind his teeth, sound that a groan of desperation warbles passed Remi's lips.
Letting his hands—now made rough by the leathery texture of paws—slide up the moon-bright scales coating Ronin's wings, Remi is careful to tuck away his claws so that it's only his fingernails which scratch at the delicate gold membrane that appears to be on fire thanks to the light streaming in through their window. "Is that all you're going to do?" His voice is tight, the accented words barely scraping past his teeth before they snap shut and Remi hisses in a breath as Ronin's bruising touch has him swallowing a moan. "Talk about wanting me?" He manages, his eyes hooded and dark before a silent snarl that might be mistaken for pain has his lips pulling apart. It's anything but, of course, and Ronin will no doubt feel the way the his fingertips have lines of molten fire exploding beneath Remi's skin in the wake of his touch, before immediately flowing south.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go find someone who will." The Bastion hisses, tucking his chin ever so slightly to protect his throat in full anticipation of some sort of backlash for his continued goading. As a counter measure, he thrusts his hips up, his arousal pressed unsatisfyingly between their bodies. Even so, this time he's not able to cage his moan behind his teeth, sound that a groan of desperation warbles passed Remi's lips.
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.
