gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Remi." The Bastion's name is almost growled in a warning against his throat, Ronin's clawed fingers clutching harder at his husband's outer thigh, leaving streams of crimson in their wake. He'd sink teeth and talons into him bone-deep if he could right now, and only the whisper of regret he knows he'll feel if he gives in prevents him from doing just that. "Fuck you for being like this," he groans; for being this incredible, for feeling this good, for loving him this hard.
Panting another incomprehensible curse against Remi's neck as yet another trinket falls beyond the cocoon of his wings, it's a blessing in disguise, almost, that it's still relatively early in the morning. Certainly as demigods they are, ahem, built to last, but in some avenues not even supernatural strength and endurance can withstand raw human nature. Not a bad thing, given the current rough and brutal nature of their coupling.
Drawing back enough - just - for Remi to be able to slip a hand between them if he cares to, regrettably Ronin is too focused on having to do much else than fuck the Bastion into oblivion. Somehow he doesn't think he'll complain, though.
Panting another incomprehensible curse against Remi's neck as yet another trinket falls beyond the cocoon of his wings, it's a blessing in disguise, almost, that it's still relatively early in the morning. Certainly as demigods they are, ahem, built to last, but in some avenues not even supernatural strength and endurance can withstand raw human nature. Not a bad thing, given the current rough and brutal nature of their coupling.
Drawing back enough - just - for Remi to be able to slip a hand between them if he cares to, regrettably Ronin is too focused on having to do much else than fuck the Bastion into oblivion. Somehow he doesn't think he'll complain, though.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
