REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi feels the surge of Ronin’s joy like sunlight spilling through cracks, catching him off guard, stealing his breath as thoroughly as the heated press of his husband’s body against his own. The laughter that bubbles from Ronin’s lips, breathless and bright, has Remi’s heart clenching sharply with want and love in equal measure.
He takes his time answering, if only because he can; for once, there’s no urgency beyond the way their bodies arch and slide together beneath the hot spring’s surface. Remi tilts his head forward, lips grazing lightly down the length of Ronin’s exposed throat, tasting the salty warmth of his skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that linger like he’s branding each spot. "Creative license granted," he whispers roughly, his voice a heated rumble against Ronin’s pulse, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive hollow just below his husband’s jaw. Remi’s hands drift lower beneath the water, tracing the familiar, strong contours of Ronin’s hips, fingertips digging just enough to leave a mark.
He tightens his hold, pulling Ronin flush against him as if they might fuse together, skin against heated skin, breath mingling in the humid air between them. "I still remember what it was like, the first time you kissed me in your guild," Remi admits, pausing long enough to sip in a breath. "You had the nerve to tell me that we both knew it was bound to happen despite it having only existed in my wildest fantasies."
He takes his time answering, if only because he can; for once, there’s no urgency beyond the way their bodies arch and slide together beneath the hot spring’s surface. Remi tilts his head forward, lips grazing lightly down the length of Ronin’s exposed throat, tasting the salty warmth of his skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that linger like he’s branding each spot. "Creative license granted," he whispers roughly, his voice a heated rumble against Ronin’s pulse, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive hollow just below his husband’s jaw. Remi’s hands drift lower beneath the water, tracing the familiar, strong contours of Ronin’s hips, fingertips digging just enough to leave a mark.
He tightens his hold, pulling Ronin flush against him as if they might fuse together, skin against heated skin, breath mingling in the humid air between them. "I still remember what it was like, the first time you kissed me in your guild," Remi admits, pausing long enough to sip in a breath. "You had the nerve to tell me that we both knew it was bound to happen despite it having only existed in my wildest fantasies."
did it bend or did I break?
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
