RONIN
the white knight
The fissure is narrow, it's true, heat rolling off the rock on all sides, but there's plenty of space for some acrobatics between two very determined demigods. And with the echo of the springs muffled here, Ronin can hear his own pulse in his ears and every breath that leaves his lips, the Knight waiting expectantly as his husband's shadow falls over him, blocking the light. "I am lucky you love me," he agrees, the words little more than a low murmur framed by his lopsided smile, though the expression twists towards exquisite frustration at the sudden emotional assault through their bond.
Remi is a feast for the eyes and then some, his pleasure enough to make Ronin impatient and more reckless than he already is, but it's on slow and careful feet that he closes the distance between them. "Let me," he rumbles, reaching out to cup the other man's cheek and draw him into a surprisingly soft kiss, reaching out with his free hand to take over the slow and teasing strokes against Remi's cock, even as his own presses between them, begging to be touched.
Remi is a feast for the eyes and then some, his pleasure enough to make Ronin impatient and more reckless than he already is, but it's on slow and careful feet that he closes the distance between them. "Let me," he rumbles, reaching out to cup the other man's cheek and draw him into a surprisingly soft kiss, reaching out with his free hand to take over the slow and teasing strokes against Remi's cock, even as his own presses between them, begging to be touched.
