[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

At least in this state, the rougher the better works just fine for Ronin, despite the way he's forced onto his husband's cock with brutal hands and hips and no regard for breathing or gag reflexes. Feeling a thrill of latent arousal buzz up the length of his spine despite the tears that prick in the corners of his eyes, the Knight lets the sound of Remi's release flood his senses, feral and monstrous as it might be. By the time he's able to sit back, panting heavily and with his head lolling against the inside of the Bastion's thigh, he's lost all control over the wings that drape across the bed behind him, though the shimmering scales are beginning to fade back into his skin.

"Fuck," he whispers, voice rough and low despite the breathless laugh that forces itself between his lips. "Fuck, Remi. Are you alright?" Clearly sense is already beginning to return, even if Ronin is loathe to let his husband out of his sight or to create any amount of distance between them. It takes an extraordinary amount of effort to lift his head enough to gaze at the Bastion up the length of his body, blue eyes still dark with lust and adoration, but with a little more of himself stirring in them.

"I think maybe we spend today at home," he decides, the smallest lick of humour in his tone. It's probably safest for everyone, and it gives them both a chance to recover. (Remi more so, granted).

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN