REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi loses himself in the rhythm, in the unbearable perfection of being taken and taking in the same breath. Every nerve is alight, every part of him wired for sensation so acute it shreds through thought and coherence alike. His body moves on instinct alone—hungry, desperate, devoted—and his lips can form only one broken word, again and again, ragged on his tongue like a prayer on fire: Ronin.
His head bows against his husband's shoulder, breath hot and shallow against flushed skin, and he's so close, but it’s the thought of what they're doing, the sudden clarity slipping through the haze like lightning through water, that undoes him.
This is it.
They’re making a baby.
Right now.
The weight of it strikes like a tidal wave, ripping his breath from him and snapping his spine into motion. The snarl that tears from him is deep and guttural, animal and agonized with how good it feels. His hips slam forward, every muscle tensing, claws gouging into the earth as his orgasm seizes him with an intensity that eclipses everything else. Toes curl, vision goes white, and for a moment he is nothing but the crackling rush of release; pure sensation and unbearable love, swelling too vast to be held in any single body. There is nothing left but Ronin—above him, beneath him, inside him—and the love that roars through him is so swollen, so incandescent, it devours the rest of the world.
His head bows against his husband's shoulder, breath hot and shallow against flushed skin, and he's so close, but it’s the thought of what they're doing, the sudden clarity slipping through the haze like lightning through water, that undoes him.
This is it.
They’re making a baby.
Right now.
The weight of it strikes like a tidal wave, ripping his breath from him and snapping his spine into motion. The snarl that tears from him is deep and guttural, animal and agonized with how good it feels. His hips slam forward, every muscle tensing, claws gouging into the earth as his orgasm seizes him with an intensity that eclipses everything else. Toes curl, vision goes white, and for a moment he is nothing but the crackling rush of release; pure sensation and unbearable love, swelling too vast to be held in any single body. There is nothing left but Ronin—above him, beneath him, inside him—and the love that roars through him is so swollen, so incandescent, it devours the rest of the world.
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.
