[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

Knowing precisely what his husband was getting at, the Bastion can only chuckle under his breath. "Back then I could have given a very informative course on how to fake being straight, I think." He'd passed well enough back in Northaven after all. "Though I suppose that skill would not have been looked kindly on by Frey." In short, yes, he would have been the botanist one, and Ronin would have been the sex one. "If that was the case, I am not sure you and I would have ever gotten together." Said a touch mischievously -- Remi was quite certain that in any life and in any timeline he'd find his way into the Knight's life one way or another -- it's still rather amusing to imagine Ronin swanning about in silken robes giving lectures on the finer points of blowjobs while Remi toiled about in a greenhouse.

"Oh I see." Grinning, Remi groans his disappointment to see his husband's wings disappear, immediately chasing the appendages with a hand as if he might catch them. Smoothing his palm across the Knight's back and the few lingering scales, Remi chuckles. "I think you are just saying that in case he is listening right now." Bouncing his eyebrows, Remi stretches out an arm beneath the pillow Ronin's head was resting on, in order to draw the Knight even closer.

"How do you feel about staying in bed for, oh I don't know, a few days? I have absolutely no interest in seeing anyone who isn't you, or moving more than an arm's length away from you."

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding