[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

It is a funny thing, not that Ronin is in any state to see the humour in the situation, not with his need for the other man already flaring into a wildfire with every passing second. Feeling his heart skip a beat to hear the moan that escapes Remi's lips, the Bastion's struggle only has him redoubling his efforts to pin him down, a low growl rumbling in his chest as if to warn him against any further shenanigans. (Had he been in his right mind, he might have appreciated how fruitless his efforts are likely to be).

"Who says one of us won't be in trouble by then?" He chuckles against his husband's throat. It might not be the sort of trouble that requires rescue, granted, but that doesn't make it any less true. But at that point Remi is flooding their bond with blasphemy, further igniting the possessive suspicion already threatening to blaze out of control, and Ronin's blue eyes are dark with lust and fury as he peers up at the other man, teeth bared in response to the snapping of his jaws.

Silence him he does, his lips and tongue brokering no room for disagreement, though he's forced, at last, to release Remi's hands if only so he might literally tear the clothes from his body. The sound of ripping fabric is a swift and brutal thing, and if golden scales fleck the Knight's neck and shoulder blades by the time he blankets the other man once more, Remi only has himself to blame.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

"I can't wait to find out." As Ronin's gaze turns sharp, in the split second that passes before the Knight's lips are back against his, Remi takes a moment to fill his mind with the furious sapphire of his husband's eyes and the way that after all these years, one look is enough to have his heart skipping a beat.

Dragging a breath into his lungs as if it might be the last full one he's able to take for a while—and with any luck, it will be—the Bastion doesn't even flinch as Ronin unsheathes his claws. While the Knight wasn't as immediately dangerous as Mort's Rapier had been, his blows were no less fatal to the man beneath yet, and yet all that his husband's show of strength inspired in Remi was lust and and a wild runaway need.

The sound of tearing cloth is an almost laughable reminder of the man Ronin had once been, when he'd been all but delighted (and occasionally frustrated) by Remi's ability to simply will their clothing away into flower petals for them to make love on. Shredded fabric was perhaps a touch less romantic, but then, no part of the Bastion's mind was interested in romance just now.

"Spread your wings," Remi hisses, the invitation low and sweet if not made rough by the press of Ronin's body against his. Taking full advantage of his freed hands, Remi runs them greedily down his husband's sides, curling inwards near the small of his back before dragging fingers which have also become tipped with claws back up the Knight's spine. Caring little for what was knocked askew or broken during the process, Remi was suddenly dizzy with the need for there to be more of Ronin for him to touch.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

Practically able to feel the way Remi's pulse quickens beneath his lips and hands, Ronin is more than keen to stoke the fire of their runaway heartbeats. And as he's finally able to press himself against the Bastion without any pesky barriers like clothing, his arousal is something that refuses to be ignored or controlled. (And really, Remi only has himself to blame for filling the Knight's mind with the idea that someone might be watching, ready to snatch him away at any moment).

Not in a particularly obedient state of mind, nevertheless the order that trickles into his ears is enough to have his pupils flaring into serpentine slits, Ronin huffing a wicked laugh against his husband's throat. Claw-tipped fingers shiver up the length of his spine, a sensation which has his hips automatically rolling down against Remi, and though he's still holding the other man possessively against him, Ronin complies.

Whatever he does knock askew will have to be righted later - for now the world above the Bastion will turn pale and flecked with soft gold as draconic wings stretch and flare, the membranes stretching and catching against the morning light still flooding in through the windows. "Gods, I want you," Ronin growls, hands careless enough to leave fingertip bruises as they roam across the other man's body.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

If Remi is at fault for what is happening—and indeed, about to—he'll willingly accept whatever punishment Ronin sees fitting for his transgressions. In fact, he's liable to suggest a few if the Knight is willing to entertain suggestions.

Letting his hands—now made rough by the leathery texture of paws—slide up the moon-bright scales coating Ronin's wings, Remi is careful to tuck away his claws so that it's only his fingernails which scratch at the delicate gold membrane that appears to be on fire thanks to the light streaming in through their window. "Is that all you're going to do?" His voice is tight, the accented words barely scraping past his teeth before they snap shut and Remi hisses in a breath as Ronin's bruising touch has him swallowing a moan. "Talk about wanting me?" He manages, his eyes hooded and dark before a silent snarl that might be mistaken for pain has his lips pulling apart. It's anything but, of course, and Ronin will no doubt feel the way the his fingertips have lines of molten fire exploding beneath Remi's skin in the wake of his touch, before immediately flowing south.

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go find someone who will." The Bastion hisses, tucking his chin ever so slightly to protect his throat in full anticipation of some sort of backlash for his continued goading. As a counter measure, he thrusts his hips up, his arousal pressed unsatisfyingly between their bodies. Even so, this time he's not able to cage his moan behind his teeth, sound that a groan of desperation warbles passed Remi's lips.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

It's a delicate line that Ronin has been walking, and one that he tumbles from at the suggestion that Remi will be the one to go out and find someone else to put their hands on him. Despite the shivers of pleasure that fan through his wingspan, despite the flush of heat and arousal that rakes its way up the length of his spine, the snarl that tears from his throat is purely draconic, and it's a wise decision for the Bastion to tuck his head down slightly for the sharpened teeth that snap at him.

With scales continuing to glitter across his forearms and starting to fleck across his cheekbones, as the Knight moves his actions can be counted as brutish at best; feathers scatter across the bed from one of the pillows his clawed hands have anchored into and torn, and delicate lines of red will appear along Remi's outer thigh as Ronin hitches his leg up enough to claim him properly. There are no sweet nothings as he drives himself forward with a groan of raw need, wings flaring possessively as if to hide the Bastion from view of any prying eyes.

The snap of his hips is hard and fast, the pleasure of it - of having the object of his desire like this - nearly instantly overwhelming. Leaning in to steal a kiss (and likely the breath) from Remi's lips that's bruising enough to draw blood, evidently Ronin doesn't plan to hear any further complaints from the other man.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

Only increasing the pressure of his fingers in the fact of Ronin's snapping teeth, Remi finds a moment between the snapping of canines and the scent of blood to marvel at how truly bestial and breathtaking his husband was. The shimmer of golden scales that danced across his cheekbones had the blue of Ronin's eyes looking like a dark indigo in the morning light, and the smear of crimson across his lips had Remi's mouth watering as his stomach somersaulted with boyish anticipation and need.

Hardly aware of the way Ronin's claws had cut into his skin, as his hips were adjusted the Bastion did his best to relax himself in preparation for what he could feel—not just through the various bonds he and Ronin shared—was to come. Even so, he had to bite back a groan of pain as the Knight thrust himself forward, just as the world around him dimmed, darkening into a warm cave of diffused golden light. The pressure lasted only a moment before the overwhelming rush of pleasure sang sweetly through Remi's bones, the thrill of which manifested as thick golden cords that he let his magic wrap them in.

Opening his mouth to say something, Remi found more than his words stolen away by his husband's kiss, though the Knight was king enough to offer his tongue and the snapping of his hips in their place. Moaning almost deliriously into his husband's mouth such was the near-instant chaotic high of being taken this way, the Bastion clasped claw-tipped fingers around his husband's ass as if to silently imply that there might be yet more of him to have, the other wound possessively around Ronin's shoulders so that his fingers could clutch and then pull at the Knight's dark hair.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

Later, there will be apologies in the shape of kisses pressed sweetly to every mark and bruise and scrape left upon Remi's skin. There will be a covetous sort of love that ensures the Bastion will not need to lift a finger for the rest of the day should he so will it, that will see him pampered and utterly taken care of. But that's later. Now is a different beast entirely - literally so, given how close Ronin's more brutal nature has come to the surface. 

Almost growling a note of possessive approval to feel the moan vibrate in Remi's chest and throat, the prick of claws against his bare skin and the fingers pulling at his hair have him gasping away from the kiss he's stolen, dragging his lips down towards the Bastion's throat. Encouraged (problematically so, one might say) by his husband's reaction, sweat is already beading between Ronin's wings and down the length of his spine, the Knight clutching the other man closer with every rough buck of his hips. Something falls from a shelf nearby, and one of his wings knocks a lamp over next to the bed, but if Ronin notices or cares, he absolutely doesn't show it.

"Gods, I wish I could have more of you," he hisses against Remi's throat, the words little more than a muffled whisper.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

The sound of lamps falling and books tumbling from shelves is wonderfully muffled by the shield of his husband's wings, not that Remi would be distracted by the sound even if he could hear it properly. For him, the acoustics of the world were reduced down to the tantalizing snap of his husband's hips slamming into his own, and the way the harsh bursts of air from each of their lips seemed to sizzle in the space between their bodies before being muffled by bronze skin.

"Then take more." The Bastion hisses in return, the words sounding like some taunt rather than an invitation. Quite how Ronin was meant to comply not even Remi really knew, only that however his husband wanted his needs fulfilled the Bastion was happy to comply. Not wanting to relinquish the feel of Ronin's body beneath his hands in lieu of attending to his own erection frustratingly teased between their bodies, Remi let the flow of his emotions pour out through his touch, colouring the words he whispered salacious against the shell of his husband's ear. "I wish I could gag you on my cock while you fuck me like this." For all of their abilities Remi didn't think Ronin's duplicate was up to the task, not given how rough the pair were currently want to be, but gods if the idea alone didn't have electricity sizzling out from the base of the Bastion's spine, curling his toes and making his ears ring.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

"Remi." The Bastion's name is almost growled in a warning against his throat, Ronin's clawed fingers clutching harder at his husband's outer thigh, leaving streams of crimson in their wake. He'd sink teeth and talons into him bone-deep if he could right now, and only the whisper of regret he knows he'll feel if he gives in prevents him from doing just that. "Fuck you for being like this," he groans; for being this incredible, for feeling this good, for loving him this hard.

Panting another incomprehensible curse against Remi's neck as yet another trinket falls beyond the cocoon of his wings, it's a blessing in disguise, almost, that it's still relatively early in the morning. Certainly as demigods they are, ahem, built to last, but in some avenues not even supernatural strength and endurance can withstand raw human nature. Not a bad thing, given the current rough and brutal nature of their coupling.

Drawing back enough - just - for Remi to be able to slip a hand between them if he cares to, regrettably Ronin is too focused on having to do much else than fuck the Bastion into oblivion. Somehow he doesn't think he'll complain, though.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

"No," Remi counters, snapping his teeth by his husband's ear. "You fuck me for being like this." It's perhaps not the most eloquent play on words, but in his current mental fog all Remi is able to recognize from the words that have left his lips are you fuck me; they're the only ones that matter just now.

If there's ever a season for Remi to be selfish, it's Leafchange. Not that his husband wasn't always doting and giving throughout the year, but as the days grew shorter and the air crisp, the primal willingness in the Knight to both give and take was simply unmatched. So it is that as Remi feels Ronin shifting to create space between them, the Bastion bucks his hips up, the fingers tangled in Ronin's hair tugging and tightening as if meaning to punish. "I already told you what I wanted." He hisses, his teeth grazing against the bottom of his husband's ear before nipping at the soft skin just behind it.

"You're going to cum, and then before you've even caught your breath, I want your mouth around me."

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

A sharp moan grates from Ronin's throat as he's appropriately punished, though the glare in wild blue eyes soon melts into something darker and more feral still, scales shivering down his back and beneath Remi's hands. "For you, anything," he hisses, leaving a bruising hickey against the side of the Bastion's neck even as the thrust of his hips grows more punishing and reckless, the Knight heedless to ignore the fuse lit and burning at the base of his spine.

And gods, even with Remi's instructions searing through his mind, as Ronin cums it's about all he can do to keep hold of his senses, the Knight lost in the firework intensity of his pleasure and the feel of the other man all around him. Cresting that wave of pleasure and clutching Remi tightly against him, it's with a stifled curses and a shuddering sigh that he promptly withdraws, however much his instincts scream for him to keep his husband close.

Through a gaze still thoroughly glazed with ecstasy, Ronin gazes up at the Bastion and promptly descends between his thighs, gagging himself on his cock.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

Every thrust from Ronin's hips sends fireworks exploding at the base of Remi's spine such that he very nearly calls back the instructions he'd just given. With the friction and heat between them no doubt with a bit of adjusting Remi could probably cum by virtue of that alone; he could keep his hands possessively twined around the Knight, could keep his teeth etching blood blisters beneath his husband's skin and his legs wrapped around Ronin's waist. The mere thought of feeling Ronin's mouth around his cock however both made the idea of waiting feel as impossible as it was to resist his sudden need of it.

It was well-timed, perhaps, that Ronin came when he did, because the strands of the Bastion's willpower had grown perilously frayed such that even as his fingers cupped the base of one of Ronin's wing, his hand threatened to stray lower, and then lower still, needing to feel the same release which was currently roaring through his husband's body.

Though it was Ronin who probably needed to take a breath, Remi was the one suddenly choking on his as he fought to draw in air but found his throat completely closed as if his husband's hands were locked around it. The wild blue of the Knight's gaze created a tether that Remi was helpless to break, at least until he both felt and saw his cock disappearing between his husband's lips. Having been forced to release Ronin's wing but having kept his fingers tangled in his hair, in the same instant that Remi's palm slams into their already shredded sheeting to grasp the mattress, his other hand presses down into the Knight's tousled hair. "Fuck, Ronin." He gasps, the sensation immediately overwhelming. Heaving out a breath, the Bastion looks slack-jawed down the length of his own body toward where Ronin, who looked more dragon than anything given the way he appeared to be mantling over his cock, wasn't just guiding him towards his release, but dragging him.

"Gods fuck you."

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding

gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer

I just did, Ronin reminds his husband through their bond, his dark laughter something velvety and almost smug, completely at odds with the man currently busy worshipping Remi between his knees. 

His wings can't quite fan out in this new position, draped against the other man's thighs even as he uses tongue and fingers and the playful graze of his teeth to drag him that much closer towards climax. Despite the burning in his chest and the way every nerve sings with spent satisfaction, the Knight has never been one to leave a job unfinished. And his husband is not finished.

I want the whole of Torchline to hear it when you cum, he continues, trickling wicked words directly into Remi's mind even as he snatches in a long breath and succumbs to the insistent fingers pressing into his dark hair, all but choking himself on the Bastion's cock in an effort to shove him brutally over the edge of pleasure.

bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator

RONIN

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

What's meant to be a laugh—oh they'll hear it alright—instead sounds like a strangled sob as a whip crack snaps down Remi's spine, tensing every muscle in his legs and lower abdomen as he feels his orgasm balloon inside of him. There's a moment of tension where it feels as though the pleasure is too great, that his mind and body are too small to contain the euphoric sensations roaring through his veins, and that it'll destroy him if he can't find a way of getting out ahead of it. It has his eyes all but rolling back into his head as his claws sink deep enough into their mattress before straining against the bed frame itself as his soul threatens to flee his body entirely in a last act of desperation.

No doubt Remi will have as much apologizing to do later as Ronin given the way his hips buck up with the force of his orgasm, the bastion being a good deal more rough this time than he had the day in Frey's Breath the pair had first experimented with this sort of thing. Perhaps he'll even have to apologize for the sounds he makes—though Ronin hadn't said anything about Torchline being able to understand him—because the sounds roar from the Bastion's lips are feral at best and monstrous at worse. The last shred of rationality under his employ is used to retract the claws of the hand in Ronin's hair so as not to accidentally scalp his husband before the world dissolves into the most vibrant spray of wild blue and gold.

For what feels like a lifetime Remi is adrift. He doesn't bother to try and catch his breath, doesn't bother to try and situate his mind and body in the slow spinning eternity that has settled over his body, doesn't bother to be anything other than wildly satisfied and properly fucked.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding