gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Remi's orgasm is like the permission Ronin has been waiting for, and as he feels the other man flinch and shudder around him, as his cry of bliss echoes loud and unfiltered throughout the cavern, the Knight is heedless to stop from hurtling in the same direction. "Gods, Remi--" he manages, just, before word and thought and sense obliterate into a pleasure so forceful he's genuinely worried one of them might have broken something.
Slamming into the Bastion with a groan of relief and utter satisfaction, Ronin rides out the waves of ecstasy with every following thrust of his hips, emptying himself completely and toppling forward such that he has to brace an arm over Remi's shoulder, blunt fingernails clutching at the dirt and stone. Quite when he's exchanged his wings for that crown of antlers his husband had poked fun at earlier is beyond him, but the soft glow bathes them in a light that feels like a secret sin here, in a place so dominated by violet hues.
Panting hard, the sound of his breath a rough and ragged thing, in place of Ronin's usual sweetness and content, something dark and adoring and possessive flushes through Remi's magic in every place they touch. Something that screams mine, from the handprint bruises that will remain on his husband's hips to the way he remains braced over him, as if caging him from outside eyes. It doesn't matter how many seasons they do this or how little it's ever in doubt, the Knight is heedless to resist the madness of the man he loves and all it brings out in him, for better or worse.
Slamming into the Bastion with a groan of relief and utter satisfaction, Ronin rides out the waves of ecstasy with every following thrust of his hips, emptying himself completely and toppling forward such that he has to brace an arm over Remi's shoulder, blunt fingernails clutching at the dirt and stone. Quite when he's exchanged his wings for that crown of antlers his husband had poked fun at earlier is beyond him, but the soft glow bathes them in a light that feels like a secret sin here, in a place so dominated by violet hues.
Panting hard, the sound of his breath a rough and ragged thing, in place of Ronin's usual sweetness and content, something dark and adoring and possessive flushes through Remi's magic in every place they touch. Something that screams mine, from the handprint bruises that will remain on his husband's hips to the way he remains braced over him, as if caging him from outside eyes. It doesn't matter how many seasons they do this or how little it's ever in doubt, the Knight is heedless to resist the madness of the man he loves and all it brings out in him, for better or worse.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
