RONIN
The magic that crackles through his husband's veins is enough to have Ronin's breath catching, Remi's love cascading over him like the swell and break of a rogue wave out at sea, and if his hands pause in their worship, it's only so he can try to come to his senses. At least he's emerged from the blankets, however brief it might be, his smile one that's helplessly and devastatedly in love with the man beneath him.
"I don't know how you ever expect me to be able to concentrate around you," he admits with a soft laugh, leaning in to press his lips against Remi's scar-silvered chest, one arm braced against the bed to keep him from sagging upon the other man entirely - not that he believes either of them would complain about it.
But getting warmer, Remi says, and the Knight is as dilligent in his explorations as he is at any other job he tries his hand at, and so with another brief and parting kiss to the Bastion's sternum, he disappears once again. This time, evidently, he's much more focused in his destination, warm fingers brushing over his husband's hips and his mouth trailing hot, not-quite kisses between Remi's thighs.
One might expect him to pause or tease or otherwise prolong the pleasure they both know is coming (ha), but there's nothing quite like hearing Remi in the throes of ecstasy. And so with a hand curling firm fingers around the base of his cock, Ronin takes him slowly into his mouth, tongue hot and wicked and greedy.
"I don't know how you ever expect me to be able to concentrate around you," he admits with a soft laugh, leaning in to press his lips against Remi's scar-silvered chest, one arm braced against the bed to keep him from sagging upon the other man entirely - not that he believes either of them would complain about it.
But getting warmer, Remi says, and the Knight is as dilligent in his explorations as he is at any other job he tries his hand at, and so with another brief and parting kiss to the Bastion's sternum, he disappears once again. This time, evidently, he's much more focused in his destination, warm fingers brushing over his husband's hips and his mouth trailing hot, not-quite kisses between Remi's thighs.
One might expect him to pause or tease or otherwise prolong the pleasure they both know is coming (ha), but there's nothing quite like hearing Remi in the throes of ecstasy. And so with a hand curling firm fingers around the base of his cock, Ronin takes him slowly into his mouth, tongue hot and wicked and greedy.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
