REMI
The moment Ronin lets go, Remi’s restraint finally frays to nothing. His hips press forward once more, slow and deep, and the sound that rips from his throat is somewhere between a groan and a plea. It’s not just release; it’s heat flashing white through every nerve, flooding his chest, his hands, his teeth where they scrape softly against Ronin’s shoulder. He moans his husband’s name like a prayer, the syllables breaking apart as he shudders and his orgasm shatters out from him, all that control melting away in an uncoiled rush of pleasure that leaves him bright and dizzy with love.
He stays there for a heartbeat, trembling against Ronin’s back, his breath ragged and warm at the shell of his husband’s ear. Then the inevitable softness that always follows overtakes him. Limbs heavy but eager, he slides his arm back beneath Ronin’s chest and draws him close, curling his body fully around the Knight until they’re one tangle of sweat and breath and heartbeat. His lips find the crook of Ronin’s neck and he exhales shakily into it, voice low and hoarse.
"Gods," he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss against Ronin’s skin, "I love you more than anything." The words tremble out of him, his heart still hammering against Ronin’s ribs, and in the quiet aftershocks his hands stay splayed and warm where they hold his husband, as if even now he can’t quite let go.
He stays there for a heartbeat, trembling against Ronin’s back, his breath ragged and warm at the shell of his husband’s ear. Then the inevitable softness that always follows overtakes him. Limbs heavy but eager, he slides his arm back beneath Ronin’s chest and draws him close, curling his body fully around the Knight until they’re one tangle of sweat and breath and heartbeat. His lips find the crook of Ronin’s neck and he exhales shakily into it, voice low and hoarse.
"Gods," he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss against Ronin’s skin, "I love you more than anything." The words tremble out of him, his heart still hammering against Ronin’s ribs, and in the quiet aftershocks his hands stay splayed and warm where they hold his husband, as if even now he can’t quite let go.
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.
