getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi hums against Ronin’s lips, the sound dark and indulgent. Every nerve feels painfully awake, raw and humming beneath his skin, his muscles already tightening with anticipation as the slow ache of want sinks into his thighs and his abdomen. His hand doesn’t stay on Ronin’s ass for long, instead it drifts with renewed purpose, fingers sliding against his husband's swim shorts until his palm presses around the hard outline of Ronin’s cock. "Fuck," he breathes, the word more reverence than profanity, spoken like a confession as his fingers close and press with slow, deliberate pressure, just enough to coax a shudder, to test the restraint in Ronin’s spine before he’s pulling away again.

Grinning against Ronin’s jaw, he whispers, "I had forgotten how much I liked hearing you give orders." The Bastion’s thumb brushes over his husband’s caged cock once more, a final teasing flick that has his own breath stuttering in his chest, before his hand retreats entirely. His own body is already betraying him—hard beneath the water, pulse thudding at his throat, his skin slick with sweat and spring heat and Ronin’s hands.

"Let’s get out of the water," he murmurs, voice gravel-edged and low as he leans in to bite gently at the shell of Ronin’s ear. "I want the only friction between us to be caused by you and whatever wall I'm braced up against."

did it bend or did I break?

Coding base by Sky!