RONIN
the white knight
"You always say that," Ronin says through a smile that's practically pressed against the shell of Remi's ear, his voice tight with restraint that has no chance of withstanding the way his husband writhes and arches against him. With everything Remi feels flooding through his bones in time with his rabbiting heartbeat, it's already far too much for the Knight to do anything more than respond with instinct and impatience, his fingers likely to leave bruises against the other man's hips and collarbones by the time they're done here.
His groan of approval is a broken thing muffled against Remi's throat, and with sweat trickling down his back and his skin already slick with steam and water, it's about all Ronin can do to keep them standing in this position, let alone hold further conversation. His breath hitches, rough and needy, as fresh pleasure floods through their bond and Remi's fingers finally curl around his cock, the Knight redoubling his efforts even as he feels himself start to come undone.
"Fuck--" he whispers, the sudden urgency in his voice one that his husband will know all too well. "Fuck, Remi, I--"
Cumming hard and all but collapsing into the wall they're braced against, Ronin's hand squeezes mercilessly around the Bastion's throat for a few long seconds before releasing, his chest heaving against Remi's back, his mind completely torn asunder.
His groan of approval is a broken thing muffled against Remi's throat, and with sweat trickling down his back and his skin already slick with steam and water, it's about all Ronin can do to keep them standing in this position, let alone hold further conversation. His breath hitches, rough and needy, as fresh pleasure floods through their bond and Remi's fingers finally curl around his cock, the Knight redoubling his efforts even as he feels himself start to come undone.
"Fuck--" he whispers, the sudden urgency in his voice one that his husband will know all too well. "Fuck, Remi, I--"
Cumming hard and all but collapsing into the wall they're braced against, Ronin's hand squeezes mercilessly around the Bastion's throat for a few long seconds before releasing, his chest heaving against Remi's back, his mind completely torn asunder.
