[SE] show me what it's like

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Remi grins, the expression all teeth and trouble as he watches Ronin drop to one knee like he was undertaking something sacred rather than a medical examination. "Maybe we should host our anniversary in a graveyard, then," he muses, voice smooth as satin. "That way if you end up murdering one of our guests, we’ll already be in the right place to bury them." His sea-glass eyes gleam with amusement, but there’s no mistaking the fondness threaded through it.

Gods, it's maddening to try and remain still and composed even as Ronin takes his hand and begins kissing each finger with a tenderness that borders on intoxicating. But when that warm tongue curls around his index finger, Remi’s breath stutters in his throat, a quiet sound pulled free before he can trap it. Heat curls low in his belly, sparking down the bond like an invitation, or a plea.

He swallows, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. "Find anything worrying yet?" he asks softly, the words just this side of breathless. His hand remains where it is, obedient in Ronin’s grasp, though the corner of his mouth twitches with restraint because gods if seeing the Knight on his knees wasn't the sort of thing the Bastion could endure for long.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)