[se] a little bit of love goes a long way tonight

the bastion

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If I don't lose, how can I learn?

"And you, husband, married me. So what does that say about your tastes?" Remi counters, not that the words feel much like a victory given their content, but never mind.

"Oh, well let's go with that instead." Happy to be thought of as thorough instead of just thoughtless, the Bastion's smile turned a touch crooked as he felt his husband's paint-cooled hands continue to rove across his skin. Tilting his chin as flecks of gold marred the bright white canvas, Remi began to offer his husband some snarky comment before finding the words brushed away by Ronin's artful tongue. The contrast of the Knight's warm mouth against the chill of the paint had Remi taking a step closer and wrapping one arm around Ronin's neck to draw their bodies against one another.

With his free hand, Remi tried his best to spurt out paint in the shape of a heart as he kissed the Knight, though given how bad he was at multitasking at the best of times, the resulting shape looked at best like a deformed pineapple, and at worst like like a deflating balloon.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

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even my darkness shines for you

Quite what it says about Ronin's tastes is something the Knight writes against Remi's tongue, both eager and thorough in his attempts to get his point across. The result, of course, means that he doesn't see the pineapple-balloon until it has already been splattered across the canvas, and he parts just enough to scoff out a laugh. "Close enough," he reasons, pressing an extra kiss against the Bastion's cheek and reaching out to snag the rest of the tubes of paint, offering a few to his husband if for no other reason than so they can appropriately prepare their canvas.

"I want to hang this in our boat," he informs the other man with a smirk, streaking a shade of deep teal across the white and letting it bleed into the blue Remi has added. "Or maybe fly it above the Northaven like a flag."

To say that Ronin is careful in where he decides to put his colours is a complete lie, of course, and no sooner has he dropped the tubes of paint when he's trying to snag Remi around the waist, pulling him back against his chest so he might better transfer paint against him. "Ready to make a masterpiece?" he murmurs against the shell of his ear.

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WHITEKNIGHT

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the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

Adding the entirety of the white to the canvas in lazy whorls, the Bastion raises an eyebrow as he glances over his shoulder. "Oh really? I am not sure how it will do with the rain, but I suppose that is just part of...the... ephemerality of art?" Looking appropriately skeptical of the words having just left his mouth, Remi gives his head a shake. "Or we could give it to Flora as a re-opening present for the Tavern."

Grinning wickedly, Remi loops his arms around his husband's shoulders, the press of their bodies having resulted in a more or less equal distribution of blue and gold across each of them. "I want to master..your..." Wincing, but gods it wasn't as though he could stop now, Remi finishes: "-piece." Before cringing apologetically.

In an effort to make up for the worst wordplay possibly in the history of Caido and every other universe as well, Remi presses his lips against Ronin's, dragging his fingers through the Knight's dark hair before pulling back slightly and descending down to his knees. Not wanting to use his hands necessarily, or rather, not wanting to get paint in his mouth, Remi instead grasps the back of his husband's thighs as he dips his chin to capture the tip of Ronin's cock in his mouth.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

even my darkness shines for you

"Ephemerality," Ronin repeats with a delighted raise of his brows that suggests he'd quite like to hear Remi say the word again but with his lips wrapped around his cock (and little does he know, he might have the chance very soon). "We'll judge it afterwards and then decide whether to give it to her," he agrees, his smile running away with him as he tosses the empty tubes of paint back into the basket. They are both artistically inclined enough, he thinks, for their daughter to believe they'd painted a mural, but not if there's a visible ass or balls print on it.

Very content to share his husband's warmth as he presses closer - not to mention to make obvious the arousal that these shenanigans have given rise to - Ronin manages a hissed "don't," before Remi seemingly has no choice but to finish his terrible wordplay, and the Knight groans into the apologetic kiss offered.

Thankfully, the Bastion's tongue is much more skilled than his wit would imply, and Ronin is almost reluctant to part from the other man, even if it's to let him descend between them. He watches through hooded eyes and on a shivery inhale as Remi takes him into his mouth, sunlight beaming against his husband's skin and casting the blues and golds he's painted with in hues that seem entirely different.

Threading his fingers through the back of Remi's curls and bracing his free hand on the Bastion's shoulder, this is not painting by anyone's standards, but Ronin isn't about to let him know.

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WHITEKNIGHT

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the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

It's not not painting, and ensuring that one's brushes are in working order is sometimes as important as all of the other materials you intend to use. So it is that as Remi takes his husband's cock into his mouth, he gazes up at him through sea-glass eyes made all the more green in contrast to the blue smeared across his body.

Pulling against the back of the Knight's legs in time with the movement of his head to encourage Ronin's hips to rock forward and against his mouth, the Bastion lets his tongue whorl around the head of his husband's cock each he pulls back, before letting it glide up his shaft as he swallows him against the back of his throat.

I love seeing you from this angle. Remi thinks, his fingertips pressing into his husband's flesh demandingly. There is no one else I would rather be on my knees for.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

even my darkness shines for you

Feeling the sudden urge to paint his husband - to really paint him, capturing all the colours and vibrancy of the moment - Ronin is luckily distracted by exquisite skill of Remi's lips and tongue. Moaning openly into the warm afternoon air, it's with nothing but the Bastion to hold onto that he complies with what's asked of him, his hips rolling forward and into the other man's waiting mouth.

I promise, it's nothing compared to seeing you like this, he thinks back, even his mental voice tight and breathless with pleasure. But you'd better cut this out, or we'll be finger painting before too long. As if to punctuate the point, it's with his fingers tightening briefly in the other man's hair and his hips rocking just a little more roughly for a second or two that Ronin makes himself step back.

Panting softly, his cock twitching its protest at the halt to the proceedings, Ronin will try to draw his husband back to his feet and against his waiting mouth. I want you more than I want to paint this canvas, he warns with a wicked smile. So we should probably start to use it.

the

WHITEKNIGHT

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the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

Moaning, Ronin will feel Remi's fingers grow momentarily clawed as the Knight pulls away. The flush of emotions shared between them will snap with a garnet hiss of colour as the Bastion is left panting in the sand, staring almost accusatorily up at the Knight. Quickly, though, Remi is on his feet, his fingers tangling into his husband's hair and almost knotting there as if defying Ronin to try and pull away again.

Then start using me Remi's mind suggests as a response, and while the Bastion manages to keep another poor bit of wordplay caged behind his teeth, no doubt the Knight will feel the boyish flush of mischief that the thought inspires.

"Have me then," The Bastion demands, his voice a low growl as he takes a few steps backwards toward the canvas, pulling the Knight along with him.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

even my darkness shines for you

Feeling the mischief in his husband's thoughts and against his bare, paint slick skin, Ronin is more than happy to comply. It's true that in this season he's more submissive than in any other, but that's simply to say that he'll absolutely do as he's told when the order is given. And so if Remi wants to be had? Ronin will provide as if his life depends on it.

Prowling forward as the Bastion moves back - and happily ferried along, as it happens - Ronin sends them crashing onto the canvas with a laugh that gets caught in his throat, his lips descending upon the other man's mouth and across his neck, where he takes a second to suck a bruising mark of affection. And if he catches some paint to take with him? Well, Remi's skin will bare a series of colourful kisses by the time Ronin is done.

This was a great surprise, he whispers into his husband's thoughts, even as his hands descend to paint streaks of yellow and green against the backs of Remi's thighs to encourage them to fall open. I never got to say.

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WHITEKNIGHT

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the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

Down they tumble, and though the canvas is not the softest against his skin, the Bastion hardly notices the roughness of the material but for his husband's warmth pressed over him. Meeting the Knight's kiss eagerly, Remi tangles his fingers into his husband's dark hair, streaking it with blue, as his other roams toward the Knight's lower back to encourage their bodies together. The soft crash of the ocean feels absurdly loud upon the shoreline, but as soon as Ronin's lips begin to mark his skin, the Bastion's moans of feral enjoyment seem to drown everything else out.

As Remi's knees fall open and the inner muscles of his thighs whine luxuriously with the press of Ronin between them. Gasping with delight, the Bastion lifts his hips encouragingly, no longer caring at all about the spread of paint and only wanting to feel the space between he and Ronin disappear into nothingness. I know I will never outdo you, but... Letting his teeth graze against his husband's jaw as his fingers tangle and tug Ronin's dark hair, Remi smiles faintly before stealing a demanding kiss from his husband's lips. I had to try.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

even my darkness shines for you

Given that Ronin has once fucked Remi up against a rock in the Greatwood, the canvas might as well be silk sheets or hot springs water. Not that it matters, as the Bastion rightly notes, because it's not long before the only thing Ronin can feel is the warmth of his husband's skin, the softness of his lips contrasting with the sharp nip of teeth. I wasn't aware that there was anything to outdo, he rumbles, amusement rippling out of him wherever they touch.

But all the same, this is a very grand gesture. Maybe once they've finished lavishing each other with all the attention they deserve, Ronin might even be interested in the results.

For now, though, with Remi's moans ringing in his ears and his hands descending down the other man's body, the Knight is focused on only one thing. Well, two things, since his attempts to fumble for the basket of paints where he's certain there was also some lube are being very much sabotaged by the way their bodies press together, Ronin gasping into the other man's mouth and forcing himself back if only for a second.

"You look like a piece of art right now," he remarks, gazing down at his husband with a crooked smile. "Maybe next time I'll hang you on our wall and fuck you."

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WHITEKNIGHT

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the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

There's a laugh that builds in the back of the Bastion's throat to see Ronin rummage so boyishly for the lube, but instead of bubbling past his lips it instead descends and fills his body with a tantalizing weightlessness. "I daresay you would capsize our boat if you tried that." Remi comments with a crooked smile as his hands wander across the crags and valleys of Ronin's upper back. Resisting the urge to simply tug the Knight back down on top of him, Remi too lets his gaze simply rest on the chiselled set of his husband's jaw, noting the way that the sunlight sparkled through his dark thatch of hair.

The weightlessness of his silent laughter lasted only for a moment, before growing hot and hard in the soles of his feet and the muscles of his stomach. Much as his eyes and hands appreciated the opportunity to map Ronin's newly paint-contoured body, the rest of him was keen to sample the rest of the Knight with far less politeness and distance.

Gods, I will never not want you. It's far from the first time Remi had made such an admission, and yet he's just as delighted by it now as he had been the first time he'd realized it. And if you make me wait much longer, I will show you just how much. He adds, hips rising insistently.

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

even my darkness shines for you

"That sounds very much like a challenge, husband." A challenge to capsize said boat or to achieve what he'd like without going tumbling into the ocean? That remains unclear, but the mischief in Ronin's eyes says that he'll try it either way. Just as soon as he's done here, of course.

Painted lovingly in streaks of blue and fumbling around like a horny teenager is likely a collision of two images Remi doesn't expect, but that's what he gets, at least until the Knight is able to descend back upon his husband. At that point, the kiss he takes from the Bastion's lips is warm and slow and intentional, one arm braced over him while the other liberally applies lubrication to the both of them.

I know better than to test your patience, he purrs into Remi's mind - at least under these circumstances, anyway. Nevertheless, it's with frusratingly gentle hands that Ronin adjusts his husband's hips, and when he thrusts himself forward and eliminates all distance between them, it's with the other man's name on his lips and hands painting uneven streaks across the canvas beneath them.

the

WHITEKNIGHT

Table coding by Sky

the bastion

Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?

Tilting his head back against the canvas as Ronin presses himself all the way forward, Remi's toes clench as he inhales sharply, utterly undone by the feeling of being filled so resplendently by the Knight. These days the Bastion was as driven with need for his husband as he was with love, such that on occasions as this, the encouragement of Remi's legs and hands were more to find new ways for their bodies to fit together as to chase the budding itch between his legs.

Of course the latter quickly became hard to ignore.

"Gods I love you," Remi panted against Ronin's ear, his fingertips parting the smears of blue across the Knight's shoulders and leaving streaks of red in their wake. Having not riled themselves into a frenzy as they had on prior occasions, neither the Knight nor Bastion needed to race towards their respective climaxes, but nor were they lazy in their efforts. With one hand clasped against his husband's shoulder and the other between their bodies, Remi came with laughter on his lips and with the colour of Ronin's eyes filling his thoughts.

Breathless and brimming with affection, as the two men came back into themselves, Remi released his hold on Ronin's body so that his hands were free to plunge into his husband's hair instead. As was often (always) the case after sex, the palette of the Bastion's emotions grew golden and gleamed brightly in all the places they touched. "I have never been so in love with you, as I am now." He whispers, pressing his lips to the Knight's cheek.

Though the water was cold, the demigods were able to ward off the worst of the chill with leviathan scales and rubbery flesh until they were mostly clean. No doubt they'd still be finding paint in the creases of their ears later that day, but at least there were no obvious signs as to how the canvas they carted back to their houseboat had been painted.

~FIN

Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!