even my darkness shines for you
The music Remi sends into the air for Ronin is all the encouragement he needs, and whether this was some fairytale meadow, the edge of the Sidhe Village or (as it is, this time) a patch of soft grass just beyond a dirt path, he has no intention of depriving himself of the sound of it. The Bastion is all around him, all possessive heat and sweetness wrapped in steel, and Ronin worships him with his body in every way he knows how.
Huffing out a surprised breath to feel the other man's hips bucking against him, the unexpected movement sending pleasure crackling up into the base of his spine, Ronin manages only the beginning of a soft laugh when his mouth is stolen by a kiss, and it's with Remi's words still echoing in his mind that he silently writes the answer with his tongue. I'd never make you do anything you didn't already want to do, he purrs through the Attuned bond, in case that isn't sufficient.
Parting from him only enough to shift to his knees, the Knight guides both of Remi's legs to hook around his hips, so he might properly feel the way their bodies meet with each of his thrusts. As if to apologise for this sudden lack of friction between them in other areas, one of his hands glides against the Bastion's thighs and up, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing it, offering a slow, firm stroke of his length.
Huffing out a surprised breath to feel the other man's hips bucking against him, the unexpected movement sending pleasure crackling up into the base of his spine, Ronin manages only the beginning of a soft laugh when his mouth is stolen by a kiss, and it's with Remi's words still echoing in his mind that he silently writes the answer with his tongue. I'd never make you do anything you didn't already want to do, he purrs through the Attuned bond, in case that isn't sufficient.
Parting from him only enough to shift to his knees, the Knight guides both of Remi's legs to hook around his hips, so he might properly feel the way their bodies meet with each of his thrusts. As if to apologise for this sudden lack of friction between them in other areas, one of his hands glides against the Bastion's thighs and up, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing it, offering a slow, firm stroke of his length.
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