RONIN
the white knight
"I knew that's where your mind would go," Ronin mumbles against Remi's lips, his fiendish smile stifled by their kiss, though the flare of mischief through their bond is impossible to hide. As for how long it might take, he scrunches his nose and shrugs. "Best case scenario, it's as long as Isla's pregnancy is expected to take," he reasons. Otherwise it'll take as long as it takes - Ronin will wait for however many days or weeks that might be. "I could always just hang out up here as a dragon," he adds, grinning.
Remi's hand against his bare skin is like liquid fire, Ronin's hips rocking forward with barely any coaxing needed, and he gasps a soft note of anticipation against the Bastion's mouth. "I'm a talker, what can I say?" he rumbles, only for the other man to seal his lips in another kiss. Clasping him more tightly now, the meadow, its inhabitants, the weather and even the time of day long forgotten, the Knight eventually has to part for breath and to glance around for a suitable bed of flowers. "Do you want to be fucked on the tulips or the daisies?" He laughs breathlessly.
Remi's hand against his bare skin is like liquid fire, Ronin's hips rocking forward with barely any coaxing needed, and he gasps a soft note of anticipation against the Bastion's mouth. "I'm a talker, what can I say?" he rumbles, only for the other man to seal his lips in another kiss. Clasping him more tightly now, the meadow, its inhabitants, the weather and even the time of day long forgotten, the Knight eventually has to part for breath and to glance around for a suitable bed of flowers. "Do you want to be fucked on the tulips or the daisies?" He laughs breathlessly.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
