I'm almost me again

the white knight

If anything Remi gives Ronin more warning than the Knight was able to provide when their positions were reversed, such that as his husband's voice rings through the air (and gods if someone does hear it, at this point he really doesn't care), he's already taking a breath - the last for a short while, as it happens. Moaning a note of pleasure rather surprise or upset as he's promptly gagged on the Bastion's cock by the force of his hand, Ronin's fingers flinch hard against the other man as his hips rock up and he cums.

Not expecting the whipcrack of arousal at the base of his spine or the deep satisfaction at being used in such a way, the Knight takes his sweet time in lavishing Remi with all the attention he deserves, even as he realises distantly that he's fallen back against the stone of the hotsprings. Not wanting to overwhelm, it's with one final flick of his tongue that Ronin withdraws, panting hard and blinking away the automatic tears that had sprung against the corners of his eyes.

"We can definitely do that again," he rumbles, his voice a little hoarse as he presses kiss after kiss against the Bastion's hips.

i'm almost me again
she's almost you

RONIN

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

"I think I've died." Remi croaks as the muscle of one thigh twitches beneath his husband's mouth and his hand fall from the Knight's dark hair. "I think I'm dead and I've died and this is Mort's realm." Where else could he be that he felt so wonderfully relaxed? Where the heat had stolen away his aches and pains and his husband's mouth had stolen away the air from his lungs and replaced it with pure exctasy?

Cracking open one eye and lifting his head just enough to make out the hazy figure between his thighs, Remi grins and lets his head fall back. "That's my way of saying that I don't think I'll be able to move for a few minutes if you'd care to join me up here." He clarifies, his smile making the words silken despite their breathless quality.

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the white knight

"Oh? Well, if you have I think I must have died too." Which, hilarious because it would mean he'd died choking on his husband's cock, and in Ronin's opinion that's one of the best ways to go. Pressing a few more kisses to Remi's hips and thighs, he cracks out a husky laugh as the other man's implication becomes clear, Ronin nodding and moving to haul himself out of the steaming water.

Shifting to lay bonelessly with Remi on the hot stone, his kisses migrate up the Bastion's collarbones and to his jaw and cheeks, until Ronin can collapse back and nose into damp curls. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, his fingers stroking languidly along the length of his husband's torso, tickling around his hips once more before settling. Neither of them will be good for any further shenanigans for at least a few minutes, so why not take advantage of the traditional uses of Frey's Breath?

(Those being rest, healing and relaxation, of course).

i'm almost me again
she's almost you

RONIN

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

"Maybe I had a heart attack because you sucked my cock so well, and then Noah snuck up and stabbed you from behind because he's secretly always been in love with you." Remi suggests with a crooked grin. "Or maybe this is what temporary demigod death is like, and we've just been fooled into thinking we should avoid it." Honestly at this point, with his mind still frayed at the edges with pleasure, Remi would believe just about anything.

Humming, the Bastion lets his head loll to the side, and though the effort of opening his eyes feels wildly disproportionate to everything else, he's glad when he does it. "No, I love you." Remi argues as he stretches out his neck to press his lips against his husband's shoulder, unable to defend himself against the feather-light press of Ronin's fingers against his body or the gooseflesh that rippled out in response, he sighs affectionately.

"I don't want to make it seem like our sex isn't always good, but there was something about that..." He murmurs, blinking the haze from his eyes and offering his husband a lazily dimpled smile. "Maybe we really do need a hot spring of our own, what do you think?" Maybe they could ask Mort or Vi to enchant a little kiddie pool they could tug around the Northaven with them.

Reaching for one of Ronin's hands even though his arm felt like dead weight, he curled his fingers between his husband's before letting it fall against his lips. "I love you, a thousand times over and a thousand times still." He whispers sweetly. "It's only you, for me."

~FIN

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