i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
For a moment, Remi just watches the Knight. Watches the way Ronin opens for him without hesitation—knees parting, jaw tilting, eyes dark with heat and trust both—and it stirs something in the Bastion that runs far deeper than desire. It’s the ache of memory and muscle, of love that’s been forged in fire and worn smooth with years (nearly 10 of them, now). Of a soul that’s still endlessly, ferociously his.
"You always want answers," Remi murmurs, voice low and thick with fondness. His thumb grazes Ronin’s lower lip, the pad of it brushing softly against the warmth of his mouth. "Even when I’m trying to be dramatic and mysterious."
Edging himself closer until he's kneeling firmly between his husband's thighs, Remi allows his hand to be stolen away, and as Ronin presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist, to the veins that pulse steady and sure just beneath the skin, Remi’s breath catches, the simple tenderness of it fraying something inside him. "I love when you do that," he says quietly, not bothering to hide the tremble of want in his voice.
"As for what I want," he says, "is this. You, like this. After a chase, with your heartbeat on my hand and your cheeks flushed like that." Leaning forward, the Bastion takes a breath. "And what you deserve..." His lips curve with the shadow of a smirk, "is to know exactly how much I still want you. Every version of you. Even the one who cheats at his own game and threatens innocent will o' wisps." And then he leans in fully, catching Ronin’s mouth in a kiss that’s unhurried but hungry, the kind that speaks of claiming and coming home all at once.
"You always want answers," Remi murmurs, voice low and thick with fondness. His thumb grazes Ronin’s lower lip, the pad of it brushing softly against the warmth of his mouth. "Even when I’m trying to be dramatic and mysterious."
Edging himself closer until he's kneeling firmly between his husband's thighs, Remi allows his hand to be stolen away, and as Ronin presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist, to the veins that pulse steady and sure just beneath the skin, Remi’s breath catches, the simple tenderness of it fraying something inside him. "I love when you do that," he says quietly, not bothering to hide the tremble of want in his voice.
"As for what I want," he says, "is this. You, like this. After a chase, with your heartbeat on my hand and your cheeks flushed like that." Leaning forward, the Bastion takes a breath. "And what you deserve..." His lips curve with the shadow of a smirk, "is to know exactly how much I still want you. Every version of you. Even the one who cheats at his own game and threatens innocent will o' wisps." And then he leans in fully, catching Ronin’s mouth in a kiss that’s unhurried but hungry, the kind that speaks of claiming and coming home all at once.
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.
