it was always you

REMI

the bastion

Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do

One of Remi’s hands shifts, claws curling out with a tremble as they plunge into the flowers and soil near Ronin’s head, tearing through stems and petals as if grounding himself in anything less than flesh were even possible right now. His other hand tightens—hard—fingers digging into Ronin’s thigh with possessive force, the bruising promise of his grip a constellation already beginning to bloom across the Knight’s skin. He’s not holding Ronin in place so much as fixing him there, needing it, craving it, the heat rolling through his body like a storm that refuses to break.

His mouth crashes back to Ronin’s in a kiss that's raw and unrefined, full of teeth and hunger and a desperate lack of finesse that speaks to the firestorm inside him, to the helpless rhythm he’s already caught in. His moan is swallowed between them, guttural and broken, and then—selfishly, breathlessly—he pleads, "harder," voice thick with need as he flicks his gaze briefly toward the projection behind him. But then he's already chasing another kiss, rough and devouring, hips slamming forward with dizzying force, locked in the rhythm of being filled and filling, owned and owning. His entire body burns with it, stretched taut between every version of Ronin like a live wire ready to snap.

I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!