babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
Only increasing the pressure of his fingers in the fact of Ronin's snapping teeth, Remi finds a moment between the snapping of canines and the scent of blood to marvel at how truly bestial and breathtaking his husband was. The shimmer of golden scales that danced across his cheekbones had the blue of Ronin's eyes looking like a dark indigo in the morning light, and the smear of crimson across his lips had Remi's mouth watering as his stomach somersaulted with boyish anticipation and need.
Hardly aware of the way Ronin's claws had cut into his skin, as his hips were adjusted the Bastion did his best to relax himself in preparation for what he could feel—not just through the various bonds he and Ronin shared—was to come. Even so, he had to bite back a groan of pain as the Knight thrust himself forward, just as the world around him dimmed, darkening into a warm cave of diffused golden light. The pressure lasted only a moment before the overwhelming rush of pleasure sang sweetly through Remi's bones, the thrill of which manifested as thick golden cords that he let his magic wrap them in.
Opening his mouth to say something, Remi found more than his words stolen away by his husband's kiss, though the Knight was king enough to offer his tongue and the snapping of his hips in their place. Moaning almost deliriously into his husband's mouth such was the near-instant chaotic high of being taken this way, the Bastion clasped claw-tipped fingers around his husband's ass as if to silently imply that there might be yet more of him to have, the other wound possessively around Ronin's shoulders so that his fingers could clutch and then pull at the Knight's dark hair.
Hardly aware of the way Ronin's claws had cut into his skin, as his hips were adjusted the Bastion did his best to relax himself in preparation for what he could feel—not just through the various bonds he and Ronin shared—was to come. Even so, he had to bite back a groan of pain as the Knight thrust himself forward, just as the world around him dimmed, darkening into a warm cave of diffused golden light. The pressure lasted only a moment before the overwhelming rush of pleasure sang sweetly through Remi's bones, the thrill of which manifested as thick golden cords that he let his magic wrap them in.
Opening his mouth to say something, Remi found more than his words stolen away by his husband's kiss, though the Knight was king enough to offer his tongue and the snapping of his hips in their place. Moaning almost deliriously into his husband's mouth such was the near-instant chaotic high of being taken this way, the Bastion clasped claw-tipped fingers around his husband's ass as if to silently imply that there might be yet more of him to have, the other wound possessively around Ronin's shoulders so that his fingers could clutch and then pull at the Knight's dark hair.
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.
