RONIN
the white knight
Ronin's lips part but it's Remi's curse that paints the air, the Knight's fingers flinching in his husband's curls as his aching cock receives far too little attention for his liking, and yet far too much to expect him to keep his senses. Hissing out a sigh, his head tilts back as if to search for one last thread of self-control, not that Remi makes the task any easier. He can hear the sly mischief in his voice, in the heat of his words, and with a groan of dwindling restraint, Ronin just about manages to pull away enough to glance over the Bastion's shoulder.
"Alright," he whispers, and now there's a smile in his voice too. "But you'll have to come and find me first." And with that, the Knight promptly vanishes.
It's true that pulling a bait and switch with his projection is one of his tried and tested moves, and he doesn't relish doing it to Remi, but at least it gives him a few seconds to gather himself. Still, he won't have gone far, and Remi will know exactly which direction to follow; from within a fissure between two hot slabs of stone, a pair of pink flamingo shorts is unceremoniously tossed out as a clue.
"Alright," he whispers, and now there's a smile in his voice too. "But you'll have to come and find me first." And with that, the Knight promptly vanishes.
It's true that pulling a bait and switch with his projection is one of his tried and tested moves, and he doesn't relish doing it to Remi, but at least it gives him a few seconds to gather himself. Still, he won't have gone far, and Remi will know exactly which direction to follow; from within a fissure between two hot slabs of stone, a pair of pink flamingo shorts is unceremoniously tossed out as a clue.
