RONIN
"Fuck, Remi..." The Bastion's name leaves Ronin's lips as both curse and encouragement, his eyes pressing shut as if he might be able to hold the inevitable at bay by depriving one of his senses. But everywhere they touch it's like an oilspill, rainbow slick with the wild stain of Remi's emotions, and it sets every nerve alight with pleasure that both is and isn't his own.
"We've got all morning," he grates out, as if that's some sort of consolation prize, but the movement of his husband's body against him has his own loose sense of control melting to nothing. Lips parting in a silent moan as Remi thrusts against him, infuriatingly controlled, it's only the arm braced across his chest that keeps Ronin from losing it entirely; instead, with wicked fingers stroking the hard length of him and with his husband's heart like a wardrum against his back, he stops fighting the swell of ecstasy starting to burn low in his belly.
"I love you," he pants, head turning to murmur the words against the shell of Remi's ear. "Don't stop - fuck, please - I'm gonna cum--"
"We've got all morning," he grates out, as if that's some sort of consolation prize, but the movement of his husband's body against him has his own loose sense of control melting to nothing. Lips parting in a silent moan as Remi thrusts against him, infuriatingly controlled, it's only the arm braced across his chest that keeps Ronin from losing it entirely; instead, with wicked fingers stroking the hard length of him and with his husband's heart like a wardrum against his back, he stops fighting the swell of ecstasy starting to burn low in his belly.
"I love you," he pants, head turning to murmur the words against the shell of Remi's ear. "Don't stop - fuck, please - I'm gonna cum--"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
