RONIN
The command from his husband's lips brings with it the sort of permission that has Ronin complying before his mind has fully caught up to itself. His hands drop to press over Remi's, one against his chest and the other squeezing hard around the grip on his cock, and he cums with a groan of relief and bliss that has him pressing back hard against the other man, as if to get more of him still somehow. The world turns to pulsing waves of static that has his breath seizing in his throat, and when Ronin finally does remember to breath again, it's with a shuddering gasp that has him collapsing back against Remi entirely.
He can do little more than simply exist there for a while, lungs burning, his soft panting filling the otherwise lazy silence that descends over them like a blanket. The Bastion is a line of fire against his back, heat and need something he desperately craves even after just having it. Letting his hands relax, as if realising he's still clutching at the other man, Ronin turns his head just enough to brush his lips against Remi's cheek.
He can do little more than simply exist there for a while, lungs burning, his soft panting filling the otherwise lazy silence that descends over them like a blanket. The Bastion is a line of fire against his back, heat and need something he desperately craves even after just having it. Letting his hands relax, as if realising he's still clutching at the other man, Ronin turns his head just enough to brush his lips against Remi's cheek.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
