REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi lets out a low, frustrated sound as Ronin vanishes from his grasp, water sloshing against the stone as he straightens up and runs a hand through his curls. "Marriages have ended for less than this," he mutters, his voice loud enough to carry—because if his husband was going to flee mid-foreplay, the least he could do was be publicly shamed for it.
Dragging himself out of the pool, Remi pauses just long enough to cast a lingering glance down his own body. He adjusts himself with a hiss through his teeth, glancing toward the path ahead like a man fully aware of how much trouble he’s about to get into—and how eager he is for it.
The pink flamingo shorts fluttering onto the stone are a dead giveaway, and Remi grins darkly as he pads toward them. "You’re lucky I love you," he calls out, heat simmering beneath the words. Down the bond he sends a wave of sensation—heat curling through his chest, low hunger twisting in his belly, an unmistakable flare of want that pulses bright and unfiltered.
Slipping into the narrow opening between rock, shadows and steam, Remi finds him: his husband, infuriating and perfect. He doesn’t speak at first, letting silence stretch as he takes in the long lines of Ronin's body, the way the light slicks across muscle and scar alike. Shedding his swimming shorts, Remi reaches down to touch himself, slow and purposeful, just enough to drag pleasure up through his spine and settle it behind his eyes like a storm waiting to break; and for Ronin to feel through their bond just what it was he'd endeavoured to leave behind.
Dragging himself out of the pool, Remi pauses just long enough to cast a lingering glance down his own body. He adjusts himself with a hiss through his teeth, glancing toward the path ahead like a man fully aware of how much trouble he’s about to get into—and how eager he is for it.
The pink flamingo shorts fluttering onto the stone are a dead giveaway, and Remi grins darkly as he pads toward them. "You’re lucky I love you," he calls out, heat simmering beneath the words. Down the bond he sends a wave of sensation—heat curling through his chest, low hunger twisting in his belly, an unmistakable flare of want that pulses bright and unfiltered.
Slipping into the narrow opening between rock, shadows and steam, Remi finds him: his husband, infuriating and perfect. He doesn’t speak at first, letting silence stretch as he takes in the long lines of Ronin's body, the way the light slicks across muscle and scar alike. Shedding his swimming shorts, Remi reaches down to touch himself, slow and purposeful, just enough to drag pleasure up through his spine and settle it behind his eyes like a storm waiting to break; and for Ronin to feel through their bond just what it was he'd endeavoured to leave behind.
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.
