[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

For the little that Remi has actually contributed to this most recent round of sexcapades, as his soul settles back into his body, he finds it blissfully useless. His legs and arms feel as though they might have been cemented in place, and despite the way both he and Ronin have shredded their bedding, he doesn't think he's ever been so comfortable before. Only..

Forcing his eyes open at the same time he manages to pull air into his lungs for the first time in what feels like hours, Ronin isn't the only one with tears in the corners of his eyes, though of course Remi's are for an entirely different reason. "No—" He croaks, the word rolling thickly off of his tongue as he strains feebly to pull his husband toward him; should the Knight feel the assistance of tentacles in this endeavour, he can fight Remi about it later. For now, despite the blood he can taste in his mouth and the bruises he knows are already blooming across his neck, he's not okay because Ronin is too far away.

A sob breaks in the back of his throat as his grasping becomes more desperate, and even for Remi this level of post-orgasm sentimentality seems wildly disproportionate. It isn't just affection and sleepy bliss that pours out of him the way it normally does, but a raw and rapidly unspooling maelstrom frustration born out of having never found a satisfactory way of expression just how much Ronin meant to him. "Gods, come here." Silent tears trickled down his cheeks as the Bastion forced life into his weary limbs, no longer wanting to draw his husband against him, but needing to.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding