bring back the water, let your ships roll in
"Don't you—" Fingertips against Ronin's shoulder's, breath hot against him. Heart frenetically beating, breath laboured, eyes lilted. "—stop." Magic gripped the base of Ronin's cock, blissfully (selfishly?) not interfering with the lengths of Ronin's strokes but trying to prevent the blood therein from building or banishing itself from his swollen erection.
Remi was not a selfish man; never had he been. But in this moment, this was about more than carnal desire. This was stupidly more than he had communicated to Ronin, more than the ex-captain could have possibly realized. This was a giant fuck you to every deity that had stolen a memory or emotion from him. For every meaningful moment plucked from his mind and every painful instance he had to learn second hand. This was real, and first-hand, and perfect, and sincere, and sweet, and fucking everything, and gods-be-damned Remi would remember this moment for the rest of his life. If they tried to take it, he'd go right along with it.
For him, Ronin was it. Was everything. Was enough; he'd not let anyone, divine or otherwise, take that from him again.
And so, heels around Ronin's thighs, encouraging him onward as one might a horse, teeth against his lover's neck, Remi murmured encouragement after pleasure-distorted encouragement into Ronin's neck. Begging. Pleading. Wanting.
Remi was not a selfish man; never had he been. But in this moment, this was about more than carnal desire. This was stupidly more than he had communicated to Ronin, more than the ex-captain could have possibly realized. This was a giant fuck you to every deity that had stolen a memory or emotion from him. For every meaningful moment plucked from his mind and every painful instance he had to learn second hand. This was real, and first-hand, and perfect, and sincere, and sweet, and fucking everything, and gods-be-damned Remi would remember this moment for the rest of his life. If they tried to take it, he'd go right along with it.
For him, Ronin was it. Was everything. Was enough; he'd not let anyone, divine or otherwise, take that from him again.
And so, heels around Ronin's thighs, encouraging him onward as one might a horse, teeth against his lover's neck, Remi murmured encouragement after pleasure-distorted encouragement into Ronin's neck. Begging. Pleading. Wanting.
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.
