gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
It's a delicate line that Ronin has been walking, and one that he tumbles from at the suggestion that Remi will be the one to go out and find someone else to put their hands on him. Despite the shivers of pleasure that fan through his wingspan, despite the flush of heat and arousal that rakes its way up the length of his spine, the snarl that tears from his throat is purely draconic, and it's a wise decision for the Bastion to tuck his head down slightly for the sharpened teeth that snap at him.
With scales continuing to glitter across his forearms and starting to fleck across his cheekbones, as the Knight moves his actions can be counted as brutish at best; feathers scatter across the bed from one of the pillows his clawed hands have anchored into and torn, and delicate lines of red will appear along Remi's outer thigh as Ronin hitches his leg up enough to claim him properly. There are no sweet nothings as he drives himself forward with a groan of raw need, wings flaring possessively as if to hide the Bastion from view of any prying eyes.
The snap of his hips is hard and fast, the pleasure of it - of having the object of his desire like this - nearly instantly overwhelming. Leaning in to steal a kiss (and likely the breath) from Remi's lips that's bruising enough to draw blood, evidently Ronin doesn't plan to hear any further complaints from the other man.
With scales continuing to glitter across his forearms and starting to fleck across his cheekbones, as the Knight moves his actions can be counted as brutish at best; feathers scatter across the bed from one of the pillows his clawed hands have anchored into and torn, and delicate lines of red will appear along Remi's outer thigh as Ronin hitches his leg up enough to claim him properly. There are no sweet nothings as he drives himself forward with a groan of raw need, wings flaring possessively as if to hide the Bastion from view of any prying eyes.
The snap of his hips is hard and fast, the pleasure of it - of having the object of his desire like this - nearly instantly overwhelming. Leaning in to steal a kiss (and likely the breath) from Remi's lips that's bruising enough to draw blood, evidently Ronin doesn't plan to hear any further complaints from the other man.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
