RONIN
the white knight
Ronin doesn't need to be told twice; his projection is already shifting behind Remi as if to anchor more readily against the other man and the earth beneath his knees. A broken gasp of pleasure mingled with pain escapes his lips as the Bastion surges forward, able to feel the grip against his thigh as if it too has claws. Then his projection is complying, hips slamming forward hard and fast and leaving no room for breath or second guessing, the hand in Remi's hair tightening considerably.
"You feel so fucking good," Ronin grates out when he finds the words for it, hands reaching above him to plunge into the flowers as if he might be able to keep himself pinned there for Remi to fuck against. "Gods, I'm close--" His climax has almost snuck up on him, ecstasy starting to crackle up the length of his spine like a lit fuse, every thrust fizzing it closer to detonation.
"You feel so fucking good," Ronin grates out when he finds the words for it, hands reaching above him to plunge into the flowers as if he might be able to keep himself pinned there for Remi to fuck against. "Gods, I'm close--" His climax has almost snuck up on him, ecstasy starting to crackle up the length of his spine like a lit fuse, every thrust fizzing it closer to detonation.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
