[SE] show me what it's like

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

The aftermath hits like a wave—sudden, all-encompassing, and leaving him gasping in the undertow. For a few glorious seconds, Remi forgets where he is, who he is, everything but the feeling of Ronin—inside him, above him, around him. His climax leaves him trembling, every nerve singing, every inch of him caught in the soft aftershocks that ripple out like echoes through bone and soul.

Then, the world begins to creep back in. First the sharp, cooling edge of stone beneath his knees, then the flush of heat still rolling down his back, and finally the sound of his own ragged breathing, loud and unsteady as it returns with force. But it’s Ronin—Ronin’s weight, Ronin’s scent, Ronin’s breath on the back of his neck—that steadies him.

Remi presses back into it instinctively, chest lifting with the effort as his body arches like a bow, seeking that closeness as if his heart hasn’t already tangled itself into every piece of the man behind him. His hand reaches up blindly, fingers curling around Ronin’s forearm, the edge of a hip, the slope of an antler—he doesn't care what he finds, so long as it’s him. "I love you," he whispers, hoarse and breathless, the words barely carrying but reverent all the same. They burn at his throat with how true they are, how thoroughly they stitch him back together. "So fucking much."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)