even my darkness shines for you
Always, once upon a time, might have sounded like a trite promise made in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. But for Ronin the word is old and weathered and rusted, stained with blood and spanning across regions and lifetimes and even through the doors of death itself. "Always," he echoes, his voice barely a whispered sigh against Remi's throat, before pleasure drags its way down his bones and steals his focus for much more immediate endeavours.
Unsurprised to hear his husband already demanding more, it's with a crooked smile that Ronin obliges, his hips rolling to thrust himself deeper, more insistent in his desire to blow the embers of Remi's lust into a blaze. Though he never lets himself grow rough or sloppy, there's no doubt that this is just as thorough a fucking as any he's ever given the Bastion, a moan breaking from his throat as his hand slips beneath the arch of the other man's back, ensuring that not a moment goes by when they aren't teasing each other with the friction of their bodies.
"Are you going to remind the forest of my name?" he wonders, the words clipped and playful, the fingers of his free hand anchoring into the soft grass and the rich earth beneath.
Unsurprised to hear his husband already demanding more, it's with a crooked smile that Ronin obliges, his hips rolling to thrust himself deeper, more insistent in his desire to blow the embers of Remi's lust into a blaze. Though he never lets himself grow rough or sloppy, there's no doubt that this is just as thorough a fucking as any he's ever given the Bastion, a moan breaking from his throat as his hand slips beneath the arch of the other man's back, ensuring that not a moment goes by when they aren't teasing each other with the friction of their bodies.
"Are you going to remind the forest of my name?" he wonders, the words clipped and playful, the fingers of his free hand anchoring into the soft grass and the rich earth beneath.
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WHITEKNIGHT
