REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi’s moan is swallowed by the steam as Ronin holds him still—just still enough to make him twitch and writhe in place, the friction of being filled but not fucked nearly enough to unravel him. His head thuds against the stone, cheek pressed to the heated rock, mouth parted as he drags in a shuddering breath that does nothing to steady him. "Then don’t last," he snarls, voice raw and wrecked with need. The slow, searing drag of Ronin’s cock inside him followed by the brutal thrust has his whole body arching, want flooding through every inch of him.
The hand at his throat steals whatever control he might have had left. Remi groans low and long, his cock jumping at the possessive pressure, at the teeth grazing his skin. His own fingers are fisted so tightly against the stone that his knuckles are white, the heat of the rock nothing compared to the burn between them. "I can't—" Whatever the Bastion meant to say is swallowed up by images of bright fae-blue eyes staring up at him from beneath his thighs, of the pressure of Ronin's hand against his neck, of being pinned between his husband and his projection in the shower.
"Gods," Remi growls, voice shredded and low, "I fucking love you like this." His fingers scrabble against the rock, hips pushing back to meet every thrust like he’s chasing it now. Remi groans low in his throat, the sound catching as another thrust rocks through him, but even now—shaking and panting and utterly fucked—he wants so much more. Bracing his forearm against the stone, he forces himself upright just enough to reach between his legs, hand fumbling for a moment before wrapping around his cock. The jolt of sensation is immediate—white-hot and nearly overwhelming, like pouring oil onto a fire already burning out of control. His palm is slick from the heat and water, and when he drags it down the aching length of himself, the friction is perfect—too much, not enough, everything.
The movement sends a sharp pulse of pleasure flooding through his core, a low cry escaping him as his body arches back against Ronin’s chest. Each stroke feels electric, every nerve ending lit and raw with Remi's whole world narrowing to the grip of his own hand and the feeling of Ronin behind him.
The hand at his throat steals whatever control he might have had left. Remi groans low and long, his cock jumping at the possessive pressure, at the teeth grazing his skin. His own fingers are fisted so tightly against the stone that his knuckles are white, the heat of the rock nothing compared to the burn between them. "I can't—" Whatever the Bastion meant to say is swallowed up by images of bright fae-blue eyes staring up at him from beneath his thighs, of the pressure of Ronin's hand against his neck, of being pinned between his husband and his projection in the shower.
"Gods," Remi growls, voice shredded and low, "I fucking love you like this." His fingers scrabble against the rock, hips pushing back to meet every thrust like he’s chasing it now. Remi groans low in his throat, the sound catching as another thrust rocks through him, but even now—shaking and panting and utterly fucked—he wants so much more. Bracing his forearm against the stone, he forces himself upright just enough to reach between his legs, hand fumbling for a moment before wrapping around his cock. The jolt of sensation is immediate—white-hot and nearly overwhelming, like pouring oil onto a fire already burning out of control. His palm is slick from the heat and water, and when he drags it down the aching length of himself, the friction is perfect—too much, not enough, everything.
The movement sends a sharp pulse of pleasure flooding through his core, a low cry escaping him as his body arches back against Ronin’s chest. Each stroke feels electric, every nerve ending lit and raw with Remi's whole world narrowing to the grip of his own hand and the feeling of Ronin behind him.
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.
