even my darkness shines for you
Quite how Remi manages to reduce him to a horny teenager with little more than a few touches and an expletive whispered into the air is beyond Ronin, honestly. And given that it works every single time, he's not in any sort of position to give it proper thought, not when the head he uses for all his thinking is taking a backseat.
Shifting only enough to drag his shirt over his head, as if tired of the way the fabric gets in the way of his husband's wandering hands, the next kiss Remi takes from his lips is one that has heat pooling low in the pit of his stomach and his legs growing a little weak. "I want you," he whispers, the words like an inevitability they could both see coming. "Fuck, I want you right now."
Tugging at the Bastion's clothes as well now, it's only the knowledge that they don't actually live here in the Greatwood any more that schools him against simply tearing the garments at the seams. It would be so easy though, Ronin melting against the other man and dragging warm lips against the column of his throat and along the muscles of his shoulder, wishing there was somehow more of him to have.
Shifting only enough to drag his shirt over his head, as if tired of the way the fabric gets in the way of his husband's wandering hands, the next kiss Remi takes from his lips is one that has heat pooling low in the pit of his stomach and his legs growing a little weak. "I want you," he whispers, the words like an inevitability they could both see coming. "Fuck, I want you right now."
Tugging at the Bastion's clothes as well now, it's only the knowledge that they don't actually live here in the Greatwood any more that schools him against simply tearing the garments at the seams. It would be so easy though, Ronin melting against the other man and dragging warm lips against the column of his throat and along the muscles of his shoulder, wishing there was somehow more of him to have.
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