REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
The sense of ease trickling through the bond is infectious, Ronin’s ce qui sera, sera coating settling in Remi’s chest like the slow stretch of sun-warmed silk. With a shrug to match, the Bastion smirks, tipping his head as though the idea has only just struck him. "I could ghost around and keep you company," he says, the curl at the corner of his mouth going sly. "Wouldn’t even seem out of place here, mm?" A wraith in the tulips, a spectral father-to-be. King’s End would hardly even notice.
But the teasing cool of that thought is swallowed fast by the heat licking down his spine, kindled by Ronin’s mouth and hands and the casual press of hips that sparks a sudden, unrelenting ache low in his belly. Groaning—not quite frustrated, not yet desperate—Remi huffs, "Are you ever," the words barely audible before he’s meeting Ronin’s lips again with real intent. The kiss is slower this time, deeper, not rushed but full, and by the time his husband pulls back, Remi’s breath is coming hard through his nose, skin flushed and glinting with heat and want.
He doesn’t hesitate. Reaching down, he strips off his shirt in one clean motion and tosses it to the grass, curls sweat-damp and wild around his face. Stepping back into Ronin’s gravity, he grabs a handful of the Knight’s shirt and pulls him closer, hard enough to erase the space between them. "Gods," he breathes against Ronin’s jaw, voice low and ragged, "I don’t care." His hand slips to the back of Ronin’s neck. "I just want you."
But the teasing cool of that thought is swallowed fast by the heat licking down his spine, kindled by Ronin’s mouth and hands and the casual press of hips that sparks a sudden, unrelenting ache low in his belly. Groaning—not quite frustrated, not yet desperate—Remi huffs, "Are you ever," the words barely audible before he’s meeting Ronin’s lips again with real intent. The kiss is slower this time, deeper, not rushed but full, and by the time his husband pulls back, Remi’s breath is coming hard through his nose, skin flushed and glinting with heat and want.
He doesn’t hesitate. Reaching down, he strips off his shirt in one clean motion and tosses it to the grass, curls sweat-damp and wild around his face. Stepping back into Ronin’s gravity, he grabs a handful of the Knight’s shirt and pulls him closer, hard enough to erase the space between them. "Gods," he breathes against Ronin’s jaw, voice low and ragged, "I don’t care." His hand slips to the back of Ronin’s neck. "I just want you."
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
