REMI
Remi’s restraint is visible only in the measured roll of his hips; everywhere else it’s spilling out of him in ragged breath against Ronin’s shoulder, fingers flexing hard where they’re splayed across his chest. It takes everything in him not to flip the Knight over and pin him to the mattress, and every slow thrust feels like a wire drawn tighter, about to snap.
Ronin’s question has him sucking in a sharp breath against his husband’s neck. "Gods, no—there’s nowhere," he grits out, voice thick and low. "I just—" his hand presses harder over Ronin’s heart, "I can’t last with how good you feel. And I’m too impatient to wait. I want you to come like this—right here—close." His words dissolve into a groan, the sound trembling through his teeth as his hips roll forward.
When Ronin urges him on, Remi’s control frays. His thighs tremble with each grind of his hips, not from strain but from the sheer intensity of sensation building like a wave just out of reach. The muscles in his stomach tighten, fluttering beneath Ronin’s back with every slick stroke of his hand. Where his chest presses to Ronin’s spine, his heart beats so hard it feels like it might bruise them both, a syncopated rhythm of need he can’t quite control. His lips, parted against the curve of Ronin’s shoulder, shift between kisses and barely-contained groans, as though even his mouth doesn’t know whether to worship or devour. And the lower he sinks into that rhythm—hips bucking in quiet desperation, cock pulsing where it’s buried deep—the more the line between giving and taking disappears entirely.
"Gods, I love you like this," he murmurs against his skin, the words both confession and plea. For all of Leafchange Ronin had been the storm; now, with Deepfrost softening the Knight, Remi is wild with need to be the one wrapping around him and taking.
Ronin’s question has him sucking in a sharp breath against his husband’s neck. "Gods, no—there’s nowhere," he grits out, voice thick and low. "I just—" his hand presses harder over Ronin’s heart, "I can’t last with how good you feel. And I’m too impatient to wait. I want you to come like this—right here—close." His words dissolve into a groan, the sound trembling through his teeth as his hips roll forward.
When Ronin urges him on, Remi’s control frays. His thighs tremble with each grind of his hips, not from strain but from the sheer intensity of sensation building like a wave just out of reach. The muscles in his stomach tighten, fluttering beneath Ronin’s back with every slick stroke of his hand. Where his chest presses to Ronin’s spine, his heart beats so hard it feels like it might bruise them both, a syncopated rhythm of need he can’t quite control. His lips, parted against the curve of Ronin’s shoulder, shift between kisses and barely-contained groans, as though even his mouth doesn’t know whether to worship or devour. And the lower he sinks into that rhythm—hips bucking in quiet desperation, cock pulsing where it’s buried deep—the more the line between giving and taking disappears entirely.
"Gods, I love you like this," he murmurs against his skin, the words both confession and plea. For all of Leafchange Ronin had been the storm; now, with Deepfrost softening the Knight, Remi is wild with need to be the one wrapping around him and taking.
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.
