RONIN
the white knight
It feels like far too long since they've had this - not sex, necessarily, given how prolific the Taliesins are in their bedroom antics - but the time and space to enjoy each other without feeling as if the world is waiting for them to get back to work. "I'll find one to model, just for you. So long as you don't mind some creative licence," he whispers, grinning another kiss against the side of the Bastion's neck before straightening enough to welcome the teasing graze of teeth against his skin.
Already fighting a rapidly losing battle at being the one in control here, Ronin surprises himself with a breathless laugh in response to Remi's demand, curling an arm around his neck to let his fingers plunge into the back of his unruly curls, head tipping back as if to welcome bruising kisses and wandering hands. A sudden flare of something close to joy floods through his side of the bond and in every place they touch; singed by the flush of lust, of course, it's nonetheless a light and buoyant feeling, as unexpected as it is welcome.
Already fighting a rapidly losing battle at being the one in control here, Ronin surprises himself with a breathless laugh in response to Remi's demand, curling an arm around his neck to let his fingers plunge into the back of his unruly curls, head tipping back as if to welcome bruising kisses and wandering hands. A sudden flare of something close to joy floods through his side of the bond and in every place they touch; singed by the flush of lust, of course, it's nonetheless a light and buoyant feeling, as unexpected as it is welcome.
