RONIN
the white knight
"I didn't kid myself for a second that I was going to be able to drag this out," Ronin says, though the words drip from his projection's lips, panted against the shell of Remi's ear as warm hands grasp his hips as if to keep him from collapsing down entirely. The version of him pinned beneath the Bastion is little more than a line of living fire and need, cheeks flushed high with colour and a leg lifting to hitch around his waist, tilting his hips enough to bring him almost dizzingly close to erasing the distance between them entirely.
"Fuck, I love you," he whispers, hooking an arm around Remi's shoulders to tug him down and against his mouth in a kiss that's half a moan as his projection takes matters into its own hands. The second Ronin settles behind Remi as if he was always meant to be there, and as he eases himself inexorably forward, the chorus of his pleasure hits the air in a harmony of bitten back gasps and soft curses. He enters him slow and gentle, his hand running up the length of the Bastion's spine to curl his fingers through the back of his curls.
"Fuck, I love you," he whispers, hooking an arm around Remi's shoulders to tug him down and against his mouth in a kiss that's half a moan as his projection takes matters into its own hands. The second Ronin settles behind Remi as if he was always meant to be there, and as he eases himself inexorably forward, the chorus of his pleasure hits the air in a harmony of bitten back gasps and soft curses. He enters him slow and gentle, his hand running up the length of the Bastion's spine to curl his fingers through the back of his curls.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
