REMI
The effort it takes not to push Ronin’s head back down is written in the curl of Remi’s toes against the furs, a tremor running up his thighs like a held breath. His hand slips instead to the curve of Ronin’s neck, fingers brushing over muscles and scar tissue, then down the broad slope of his shoulder, ghosting down the strong line of his back as his husband crawls back up the length of him.
By the time Ronin reaches his lips, Remi’s hand has already found the hard curve of his ass, a palm cupping and pressing as he returns the kiss with a low, hungry sound that trembles through his chest. His hips shift upward in a slow grind, teasing the friction between them, and the soft flush that spills through him at Ronin’s words is garnet-dark and impossible to hide. He nods, a small, deliberate movement, and his voice is a rasp against the Knight’s mouth. "Turn over."
Helping Ronin ease out of his underwear in the process, Remi slides with him, arranging the Knight against him in as the little spoon’s curve. Moving to tilt their hips just so, they end up half on their sides, half against the mattress, with Remi’s chest pressed warmly to his husband’s back. He bends to press a kiss just below Ronin’s ear, a sound like a promise slipping shakily from his throat as he shifts his hips, lining himself up. His hand slides to the inside of Ronin’s hip, fingers curling there in a silent cue as he pushes forward, slow and steady, easing his cock into the man he’s holding, all while simultaneously pulling Ronin back into him.
By the time Ronin reaches his lips, Remi’s hand has already found the hard curve of his ass, a palm cupping and pressing as he returns the kiss with a low, hungry sound that trembles through his chest. His hips shift upward in a slow grind, teasing the friction between them, and the soft flush that spills through him at Ronin’s words is garnet-dark and impossible to hide. He nods, a small, deliberate movement, and his voice is a rasp against the Knight’s mouth. "Turn over."
Helping Ronin ease out of his underwear in the process, Remi slides with him, arranging the Knight against him in as the little spoon’s curve. Moving to tilt their hips just so, they end up half on their sides, half against the mattress, with Remi’s chest pressed warmly to his husband’s back. He bends to press a kiss just below Ronin’s ear, a sound like a promise slipping shakily from his throat as he shifts his hips, lining himself up. His hand slides to the inside of Ronin’s hip, fingers curling there in a silent cue as he pushes forward, slow and steady, easing his cock into the man he’s holding, all while simultaneously pulling Ronin back into him.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
