Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
Remi lets out a groan so boyish and dramatic that it practically echoes with equal parts disappointment and temptation. He very nearly says but it’s my birthday, and the words hover so close to the tip of his tongue that Ronin can probably feel the shape of them forming through the bond. But he swallows them back, not entirely convinced he wants to have sex on an alien god-rock...not when the possibilities waiting back home are so much more appealing. Chasing Ronin across the ocean as a kraken. Dragging him into bed, or onto the beach, or anywhere they don’t risk eldritch horrors somehow seeping into their skin.
Still, as Ronin presses in with that fiery, reckless hunger, Remi meets him with full force. His hand slips from Ronin’s lower back down to his ass, fingers grasping a generous handful as he drags their hips tight together. The kiss he returns is slow-burning and claiming, every part of him leaning into the promise beneath Ronin’s refusal. "Mmm," he hums against the Knight's mouth, a sound as indulgent as it is encouraging. He breaks away only enough to whisper, lips still grazing his husband's, "I’m pretty sure Flora and Kai snuck off to have sex during dinner anyway..." As if that somehow justified Ronin rubbing their sex life in her face.
Then his brows lift as a thought catches up to him, and he gives a low, rueful laugh. "On second thought," he mumbles, brushing his nose against Ronin’s, "mentioning that would probably just encourage her to come check this place out herself."
Still, as Ronin presses in with that fiery, reckless hunger, Remi meets him with full force. His hand slips from Ronin’s lower back down to his ass, fingers grasping a generous handful as he drags their hips tight together. The kiss he returns is slow-burning and claiming, every part of him leaning into the promise beneath Ronin’s refusal. "Mmm," he hums against the Knight's mouth, a sound as indulgent as it is encouraging. He breaks away only enough to whisper, lips still grazing his husband's, "I’m pretty sure Flora and Kai snuck off to have sex during dinner anyway..." As if that somehow justified Ronin rubbing their sex life in her face.
Then his brows lift as a thought catches up to him, and he gives a low, rueful laugh. "On second thought," he mumbles, brushing his nose against Ronin’s, "mentioning that would probably just encourage her to come check this place out herself."
the bastion
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.
