how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi’s laughter is a low, breathless thing against Ronin’s mouth, his hands as greedy as they are deft as they make quick work of aiding the Knight in stripping them both, tugging at his own belt even as his teeth catch the curve of Ronin’s jaw, fingers sliding down to push his pants over his hips with eager ease. He barely misses a beat—his mouth still on his husband’s skin, his palm curling around the familiar heat of him again—while they shuffle and laugh and strip themselves down to nothing but skin and hunger.

As Ronin tugs him from the tree, Remi scoffs quietly, letting himself be led but not without protest. "Please. If they didn’t want a show, they should’ve redirected the path so that we were in a clearing." He’s grinning as he says it, even as he tumbles down into the grass, curling into the soft green like it’s a bed made for this moment.

He reaches for Ronin instantly, dragging him down and tugging him overtop like a blanket with a hunger that borders on desperation. His hands glide along sweat-slick skin, fingertips charting the familiar lines of muscle with reverent, possessive intent. Gods but he wants him, and it shows in the way Remi arches up into every point of contact, in the way his breath shudders as their hips align. One leg curls around Ronin’s waist, dragging him flush with enough tension to have the Bastion gasping. "Gods I want you," he murmurs, voice wrecked and low, the words barely audible between the kisses he presses to Ronin’s jaw, his neck, anywhere he can reach.

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