Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
As soon as Ronin frees his erection, the air seems to thicken—charged, humming with all the things they’ve never needed words for. A cool breeze skates over Remi's heated skin, but it's nothing compared to the slow burn behind Ronin's gaze or the weight of his palm, curled deliberately around the base of him.
Remi’s breath catches again—sharper this time—as his hips shift of their own accord, drawn to the warmth, the contact, the promise in every teasing movement of Ronin’s fingers. Normally he might allow the Knight his games, might endure the featherlight touches and wolfish patience, but Leafchange always unsettles things between them. It turns restraint to kindling and want into wildfire.
He covers Ronin’s hand with his own, stilling his husband's teasing grasp. With his other hand, he brushes his knuckles against the line of Ronin’s jaw, his fingers curling just beneath his chin. "Enough," he whispers, low and rough and aching. The word slips between them like a fuse catching flame, his eyes wide with adoration, with hunger, with the dizzying weight of ten years of wanting and still not having enough. And whether or not Ronin heeds him immediately, it no longer matters because it's not entirely in the Knight's control anymore.
Remi’s breath catches again—sharper this time—as his hips shift of their own accord, drawn to the warmth, the contact, the promise in every teasing movement of Ronin’s fingers. Normally he might allow the Knight his games, might endure the featherlight touches and wolfish patience, but Leafchange always unsettles things between them. It turns restraint to kindling and want into wildfire.
He covers Ronin’s hand with his own, stilling his husband's teasing grasp. With his other hand, he brushes his knuckles against the line of Ronin’s jaw, his fingers curling just beneath his chin. "Enough," he whispers, low and rough and aching. The word slips between them like a fuse catching flame, his eyes wide with adoration, with hunger, with the dizzying weight of ten years of wanting and still not having enough. And whether or not Ronin heeds him immediately, it no longer matters because it's not entirely in the Knight's control anymore.
the bastion
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.
