[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

"I know you wouldn't. That is what makes it impossible not to love you." Remi agrees, allowing his fingers to still against his husband's skin as the Knight's lips gently interfere with their ministrations.

"Mmmm. To think that if we'd done a bit more reading about the gods, we could have ended up tending to flowers all day or teaching about orgasms." That was what the Phoebe's and Hotaru's of the world did, right? Letting this thumb brush against Ronin's cheekbone, Remi sighs softly, trying to relax down into their bed all the more despite how tightly bunched some of his muscles still insisted on being.

"Why as a demigod?" Remi wants to know, his eyebrows playfully lifting up towards his curls. "And I am not so sure. You think of Mort saw what we just did he would think everything was fine?" Certainly it was the roughest they'd ever been with one another in bed, though perhaps knowing what he did, Mort would simply shrug it off as a culmination of Leafchange instincts and the weight of responsibility finally come to a head.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding