even my darkness shines for you
It isn't his name called out into the trees, as had been Ronin's initial plan, but fuck if the Knight hasn't half forgotten all about that anyway. The words that do slip from his husband's lips are ones that purr through him like a prayer or a curse or something curiously in between, heralding the inevitable. I love you, he sends back through the Attuned bond, jaw clenching around a near snarl as he feels Remi break beneath him, and the feel of his pleasure shoves Ronin forcefully across that brink with him.
Thrusting hard into the other man as if to meet every roll of his hips with as much resistance as he can, it's with his fingers buried in the earth and his other hand continuing to keep Remi's leg hooked around his waist that he finally remembers to breathe, the air shuddering out of him amid the static bliss of their shared climax. There's nothing, for a few long moments, but the pant of his breath and the thunder of his pulse and the sweet ecstasy wherever they touch, Ronin shifting to press his forehead against the crook of the Bastion's shoulder.
"As scenic routes go," he whispers, the barest hint of amusement in a void made rough with exertion, "I think this is probably one of my favourites."
Thrusting hard into the other man as if to meet every roll of his hips with as much resistance as he can, it's with his fingers buried in the earth and his other hand continuing to keep Remi's leg hooked around his waist that he finally remembers to breathe, the air shuddering out of him amid the static bliss of their shared climax. There's nothing, for a few long moments, but the pant of his breath and the thunder of his pulse and the sweet ecstasy wherever they touch, Ronin shifting to press his forehead against the crook of the Bastion's shoulder.
"As scenic routes go," he whispers, the barest hint of amusement in a void made rough with exertion, "I think this is probably one of my favourites."
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