i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Always," fuck u I don't even like harry potter Remi breathes, the word shaped like a vow against the shell of Ronin’s ear. His hands are everywhere; threading through dark hair, tracing the curve of his husband’s spine, splaying wide across the small of his back as if Ronin is a constellation he’ll never stop reaching for, no matter how many times he’s already mapped those particular stars. He arches beneath the press of his husband's body, welcoming him in with a shuddering inhale.
The moan that follows is unguarded and raw, loosed into the hollow where Ronin’s neck meets his shoulder. His legs lock tighter around the Knight’s waist, hips rolling up to meet each stroke with a rhythm that is equal parts desperation and devotion. "More," he pants, the word nearly broken by the way he moves beneath him, by the way it feels to be filled, claimed, adored like this.
Every thrust coils something deeper in him, not just want but wonder, like even now—especially now, perhaps—Ronin is still undoing him. That no matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s never just the same. It always burns brighter, feels fuller, brings out more.
The moan that follows is unguarded and raw, loosed into the hollow where Ronin’s neck meets his shoulder. His legs lock tighter around the Knight’s waist, hips rolling up to meet each stroke with a rhythm that is equal parts desperation and devotion. "More," he pants, the word nearly broken by the way he moves beneath him, by the way it feels to be filled, claimed, adored like this.
Every thrust coils something deeper in him, not just want but wonder, like even now—especially now, perhaps—Ronin is still undoing him. That no matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s never just the same. It always burns brighter, feels fuller, brings out more.
THE
BASTION
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.
