[SE] show me what it's like

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Remi grins, and there's something wicked and delighted in the flash of his teeth. '"Perfect. I’ll book the venue the moment we get home," he murmurs, fingers brushing lazily down Ronin’s chest.

But then the Knight's fingers press against him and it’s like every thought in the Bastion’s head scatters like startled birds. He inhales sharply, a hiss curling through his teeth, wings twitching faintly behind him as arousal flashes bright and unbidden across the bond. His hips shift involuntarily against the touch that vanishes far too soon, leaving him stranded somewhere between relief and absolute longing.

The kisses to his shoulders, gentle and warm as they are, do little to soothe the ache now blazing low in his belly. Remi exhales shakily, hands tightening at Ronin’s hips as his forehead tips forward to rest lightly against the Knight’s.

"Ronin," he breathes, voice threaded with laughter and want and utterly exasperated affection. "Far be it for me to tell you how to do your job.." One hand curls at the back of Ronin’s neck, the other drawing slow circles against his lower back as his hips—perhaps accidentally—press forward, seeking more contact. "But isn't heat and swelling a sign of infection?"

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)