the baffled king composing hallelujah
"We've had enough mystery and drama to last ten lifetimes," Ronin protests quietly, a smile kicking up the corner of his mouth even as Remi's fingers brush against his lower lip, "so of course I want answers." He shifts against the tree trunk as the other man places himself firmly between his thighs, the Knight's fingers strumming silent music against the back of Remi's hand.
"I know," he whispers of the mark of affection that has borne the weight of the years and still shines through, and he turns his head again to press kiss after kiss to the rivers of blood that run beneath the delicate skin of his husband's wrist. "Why do you think I do it so much?" A final kiss - this one to Remi's fingertips - and he draws back at last, squeezing his hand.
Feeling his cheeks heat up for a different reason entirely to merely running through the woods, Ronin listens to the Bastion's explanation with blue eyes gone molten with love and desire both. By the time Remi leans in for his kiss, the Knight is offering it all too willingly, hooking a leg around his husband's hips and spending a long few seconds to savour the taste of the words on his tongue.
"You cheated first," he quips before he can help himself, the words melting into soft laughter. "How could I ever forget it, Remi? I belong as much to you now as I did that night in the Hollowed Grounds, however I might look and whatever the world might call me. For you, I'm only ever one thing. Yours."
"I know," he whispers of the mark of affection that has borne the weight of the years and still shines through, and he turns his head again to press kiss after kiss to the rivers of blood that run beneath the delicate skin of his husband's wrist. "Why do you think I do it so much?" A final kiss - this one to Remi's fingertips - and he draws back at last, squeezing his hand.
Feeling his cheeks heat up for a different reason entirely to merely running through the woods, Ronin listens to the Bastion's explanation with blue eyes gone molten with love and desire both. By the time Remi leans in for his kiss, the Knight is offering it all too willingly, hooking a leg around his husband's hips and spending a long few seconds to savour the taste of the words on his tongue.
"You cheated first," he quips before he can help himself, the words melting into soft laughter. "How could I ever forget it, Remi? I belong as much to you now as I did that night in the Hollowed Grounds, however I might look and whatever the world might call me. For you, I'm only ever one thing. Yours."
