REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
The hiss of steam, the press of heat from the stone, the sudden fullness of Ronin inside him—all of it crashes over Remi at once, blinding in its intensity. His hands brace against the hot wall, fingers splaying wide for purchase as his hips jerk forward instinctively, only to be pulled back again by the bruising grip at his waist. The first thrust forces a sound from his throat that isn’t entirely human—guttural, ragged, a desperate mix of pleasure and relief that has him already seeing stars.
"Fuck—Ronin—" The name stutters from his lips, reverent and raw. Each snap of Ronin’s hips steals the air from his lungs and leaves him reeling, his body already beginning to tremble in response to the pressure building up at the base of his spine.
"You always—ah—" he gasps, a hand lifting to press against the stone for balance, the other curling blindly around Ronin’s wrist at his hip. "Gods you always know just what I want." The heat between them builds fast and dangerous, made worse—or better—by the bond humming wild and unrestrained between their minds and flowing everywhere they touch. Every stroke inside him echoes with mirrored want, every pulse of Ronin's pleasure coiling through his own spine like a live wire. Remi's cock is aching, but he doesn't dare move to touch himself, not least of all because his grip against the side of the cavern is more than just a little necessary given the Knight's pace, but also because of how quickly he knows he'll finish given how long its been since the pair have had the luxury of being together like this.
"Fuck—Ronin—" The name stutters from his lips, reverent and raw. Each snap of Ronin’s hips steals the air from his lungs and leaves him reeling, his body already beginning to tremble in response to the pressure building up at the base of his spine.
"You always—ah—" he gasps, a hand lifting to press against the stone for balance, the other curling blindly around Ronin’s wrist at his hip. "Gods you always know just what I want." The heat between them builds fast and dangerous, made worse—or better—by the bond humming wild and unrestrained between their minds and flowing everywhere they touch. Every stroke inside him echoes with mirrored want, every pulse of Ronin's pleasure coiling through his own spine like a live wire. Remi's cock is aching, but he doesn't dare move to touch himself, not least of all because his grip against the side of the cavern is more than just a little necessary given the Knight's pace, but also because of how quickly he knows he'll finish given how long its been since the pair have had the luxury of being together like this.
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.
