babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
Every thrust from Ronin's hips sends fireworks exploding at the base of Remi's spine such that he very nearly calls back the instructions he'd just given. With the friction and heat between them no doubt with a bit of adjusting Remi could probably cum by virtue of that alone; he could keep his hands possessively twined around the Knight, could keep his teeth etching blood blisters beneath his husband's skin and his legs wrapped around Ronin's waist. The mere thought of feeling Ronin's mouth around his cock however both made the idea of waiting feel as impossible as it was to resist his sudden need of it.
It was well-timed, perhaps, that Ronin came when he did, because the strands of the Bastion's willpower had grown perilously frayed such that even as his fingers cupped the base of one of Ronin's wing, his hand threatened to stray lower, and then lower still, needing to feel the same release which was currently roaring through his husband's body.
Though it was Ronin who probably needed to take a breath, Remi was the one suddenly choking on his as he fought to draw in air but found his throat completely closed as if his husband's hands were locked around it. The wild blue of the Knight's gaze created a tether that Remi was helpless to break, at least until he both felt and saw his cock disappearing between his husband's lips. Having been forced to release Ronin's wing but having kept his fingers tangled in his hair, in the same instant that Remi's palm slams into their already shredded sheeting to grasp the mattress, his other hand presses down into the Knight's tousled hair. "Fuck, Ronin." He gasps, the sensation immediately overwhelming. Heaving out a breath, the Bastion looks slack-jawed down the length of his own body toward where Ronin, who looked more dragon than anything given the way he appeared to be mantling over his cock, wasn't just guiding him towards his release, but dragging him.
"Gods fuck you."
It was well-timed, perhaps, that Ronin came when he did, because the strands of the Bastion's willpower had grown perilously frayed such that even as his fingers cupped the base of one of Ronin's wing, his hand threatened to stray lower, and then lower still, needing to feel the same release which was currently roaring through his husband's body.
Though it was Ronin who probably needed to take a breath, Remi was the one suddenly choking on his as he fought to draw in air but found his throat completely closed as if his husband's hands were locked around it. The wild blue of the Knight's gaze created a tether that Remi was helpless to break, at least until he both felt and saw his cock disappearing between his husband's lips. Having been forced to release Ronin's wing but having kept his fingers tangled in his hair, in the same instant that Remi's palm slams into their already shredded sheeting to grasp the mattress, his other hand presses down into the Knight's tousled hair. "Fuck, Ronin." He gasps, the sensation immediately overwhelming. Heaving out a breath, the Bastion looks slack-jawed down the length of his own body toward where Ronin, who looked more dragon than anything given the way he appeared to be mantling over his cock, wasn't just guiding him towards his release, but dragging him.
"Gods fuck you."
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.
