gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Baring his teeth, in this state Ronin can't spare even a moment of breath on clever commentary, and as Remi's demand hits the air it's all he can do to comply with it and then some. The deep ache in their hips will linger there deliciously tomorrow, and he barely contains the draconic talons that want to tip his fingers as they dig into soft flesh, dragging every bruising thrust back against him with more fervour.
Still, as Remi's wings flare and he spots the way he's anchored into the stone, it knocks something feral loose in Ronin's mind and body. With a growl that's all possessive need, one of his hands leaves the Bastion's hips to slip between his wings and shove down, forcing the arch of his back and the raise of his ass into the waiting slam of his hips. Pleasure crackles through him and escapes in a ragged moan, Ronin's pace increasing until the slap of skin and the pant of breath is all that fills the Descent.
"Fuck--" he snarls out, using his knees to force Remi's legs wider apart, to give him more of an anchor for what he wants.
Still, as Remi's wings flare and he spots the way he's anchored into the stone, it knocks something feral loose in Ronin's mind and body. With a growl that's all possessive need, one of his hands leaves the Bastion's hips to slip between his wings and shove down, forcing the arch of his back and the raise of his ass into the waiting slam of his hips. Pleasure crackles through him and escapes in a ragged moan, Ronin's pace increasing until the slap of skin and the pant of breath is all that fills the Descent.
"Fuck--" he snarls out, using his knees to force Remi's legs wider apart, to give him more of an anchor for what he wants.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
