getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

RONIN

the white knight

There are times for slow and gentle, and then there are times like right now. Unable to hear much over the huff of their breath and slap of skin and the stuttered moans leaving their lips, Ronin is nonetheless well aware of the public nature of their fucking, even sequestered away as they are in the alcove. Not that the idea of being caught isn't a thrilling one, curling a feral smile across his lips as he hitches Remi back against him and holds him there for an aching few seconds for no other reason than to infuriate them and prolong their pleasure.

"How the fuck do you expect me to last when you're like this--" he bites out, thrusting forward again and letting one hand slip up from Remi's hip to starburst against his chest and throat, applying a tantalising squeeze of pressure as his mouth sucks a dark mark against his neck. "I can't wait to get you home and fuck you all over again," he whispers grinning. "Where you can be as loud as you like, and then some."

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REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi’s moan is swallowed by the steam as Ronin holds him still—just still enough to make him twitch and writhe in place, the friction of being filled but not fucked nearly enough to unravel him. His head thuds against the stone, cheek pressed to the heated rock, mouth parted as he drags in a shuddering breath that does nothing to steady him. "Then don’t last," he snarls, voice raw and wrecked with need. The slow, searing drag of Ronin’s cock inside him followed by the brutal thrust has his whole body arching, want flooding through every inch of him.

The hand at his throat steals whatever control he might have had left. Remi groans low and long, his cock jumping at the possessive pressure, at the teeth grazing his skin. His own fingers are fisted so tightly against the stone that his knuckles are white, the heat of the rock nothing compared to the burn between them. "I can't—" Whatever the Bastion meant to say is swallowed up by images of bright fae-blue eyes staring up at him from beneath his thighs, of the pressure of Ronin's hand against his neck, of being pinned between his husband and his projection in the shower.

"Gods," Remi growls, voice shredded and low, "I fucking love you like this." His fingers scrabble against the rock, hips pushing back to meet every thrust like he’s chasing it now. Remi groans low in his throat, the sound catching as another thrust rocks through him, but even now—shaking and panting and utterly fucked—he wants so much more. Bracing his forearm against the stone, he forces himself upright just enough to reach between his legs, hand fumbling for a moment before wrapping around his cock. The jolt of sensation is immediate—white-hot and nearly overwhelming, like pouring oil onto a fire already burning out of control. His palm is slick from the heat and water, and when he drags it down the aching length of himself, the friction is perfect—too much, not enough, everything.

The movement sends a sharp pulse of pleasure flooding through his core, a low cry escaping him as his body arches back against Ronin’s chest. Each stroke feels electric, every nerve ending lit and raw with Remi's whole world narrowing to the grip of his own hand and the feeling of Ronin behind him.

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RONIN

the white knight

"You always say that," Ronin says through a smile that's practically pressed against the shell of Remi's ear, his voice tight with restraint that has no chance of withstanding the way his husband writhes and arches against him. With everything Remi feels flooding through his bones in time with his rabbiting heartbeat, it's already far too much for the Knight to do anything more than respond with instinct and impatience, his fingers likely to leave bruises against the other man's hips and collarbones by the time they're done here.

His groan of approval is a broken thing muffled against Remi's throat, and with sweat trickling down his back and his skin already slick with steam and water, it's about all Ronin can do to keep them standing in this position, let alone hold further conversation. His breath hitches, rough and needy, as fresh pleasure floods through their bond and Remi's fingers finally curl around his cock, the Knight redoubling his efforts even as he feels himself start to come undone.

"Fuck--" he whispers, the sudden urgency in his voice one that his husband will know all too well. "Fuck, Remi, I--"

Cumming hard and all but collapsing into the wall they're braced against, Ronin's hand squeezes mercilessly around the Bastion's throat for a few long seconds before releasing, his chest heaving against Remi's back, his mind completely torn asunder.

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REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi doesn’t need to hear Ronin’s voice to know how close he is—it pulses through their bond like a tremor, thick and golden and all-consuming. The squeeze around his throat, the way Ronin drives him harder into the stone as he loses control, it all sends Remi spiraling. His hand never falters, strokes growing rough and frantic, the sensation cresting like a wave rising far too fast to be stopped.

His body locks against Ronin’s, a shudder ripping through him as his release crests—hot and sudden, pulled from him with a gasp that breaks open into a quiet, aching moan in the shape of his husband's name. The world narrows to the rush of pleasure crashing through his limbs, the sharp scent of sweat and steam, the burn of stone against his palms, and the heat of Ronin pressed flush to his back, grounding him even as he unravels.

For a few moments, there's nothing. That brightness, that storm of need and fire, softens all at once into something heavier and deeper. Remi turns his head as much as he's able, tilting back against the Knight as he sweeps one arm over his shoulder to grasp Ronin's, his touch no longer frantic but reverent. As is so often the case, every inch of the Bastion begins to ache with affection so raw it almost hurts.

"I love you," he breathes, voice hoarse and trembling with the weight of everything they’ve been through. "Gods I love you so much."

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RONIN

the white knight

Having held his breath for longer than is perhaps wise, the white fireworks behind Ronin's eyes burst into vibrance as he snatches in a lungful of air, then another, and he finally becomes cognizant of the world around them as it opens into fresh noise and heat and colour. "And I love you," he whispers without needing to so much as think about it, kissing the words reverently against the reddening bruises at Remi's throat. "More than anything," he promises, his fingers having grown slack and gentle, skating across his husband's skin until he can fold his arms around him properly.

Holding him back against his chest more than he's pinning him to the wall now, Ronin's eyes slip shut as bliss starts to plunge into the slow, warm darkness of deep satisfaction. "I will never stop loving you like this," he says softly, his kisses migrating up to the soft space behind Remi's ear and against his damp curls. "Never stop wanting you like this. Not for as long as we both live, and even then." Kissing him again before letting his head drop to rest against the Bastion's shoulder, it's of little surprise that he feels like he might be able to drift off right there on his feet.

"I bet someone stole my flamingo shorts," he adds in a playful whisper. "Like some weird souvenir."

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REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi huffs a quiet, breathless laugh, the sound barely more than a flutter of air against Ronin’s skin. "I needed this more than I realized," he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to press a lazy kiss to his husband’s forearm where it’s wrapped snug around him. His body is still trembling faintly, the adrenaline of release not yet fully faded, but he leans back into Ronin’s hold without hesitation. The wall is warm against his chest, the Knight warmer still, and for a rare, fleeting moment, everything in Remi goes quiet. No distant hum of responsibility, no sharp tang of fear or exhaustion. Just Ronin—breathing, solid, safe—and the soft lap of water against the stone.

"I don’t want to move," he admits, his voice husky and hoarse but tinged with a smile. One of his hands reaches back, threading lazily through the Knight’s messy, damp hair, fingertips massaging the base of his skull. Turning his head just enough to brush his lips against Ronin’s jaw, Remi exhales slowly, the kind of sound that feels more like a prayer than anything else. "Thank you," he whispers, though for what, exactly, even he couldn’t say—maybe for suggesting this outing, maybe for surviving the void and Seren's death, maybe for loving him this way even now. Maybe for all of it.

"With any luck they've taken that stupid lily as well."

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RONIN

the white knight

"You and me both," Ronin admits freely, his words mumbled against his husband's sweat-slick skin, his eyes still shut and his head tilting into the fingers that plunge into the back of his hair. Grumbling something affectionate - or perhaps a plea for Remi not to stop what he's doing - he plants a few kisses of his own along the line of muscle between his husband's neck and shoulder. "Then don't move," he whispers, cracking an eye open at last to regard the other man with playful challenge. "I'll hold you right here like this for as long as you want. Though I might end up with a cramp in my leg, I won't lie."

Still, no one can say he hasn't been through worse and then some in the name of the man he loves. As Remi's gratitude spills from his lips, though, Ronin can't help but raise his eyebrows in confusion, leaning in to leave a sweet kiss against his cheek. "Thank you," he echoes. For being there, for curing him, for never once faltering no matter how endless the darkness must have seemed at times.

As for the lily, though, Ronin snorts. "Nah," he says, sounding breezily confident. "Stealing my clothes as a trophy will seem much more important than any mythical cure-all lily."

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all the things we said when we were younger

Remi hums low in his throat, a sound that blends contentment with the faintest edge of amusement. "Mmm. Cramp or no, I might take you up on that," he murmurs, pressing his back more deliberately against Ronin’s chest, testing the challenge even as he rewards the Knight with more of that slow, circular pressure at the base of his skull. "You are the White Knight after all, and while I might not be a damsel, your services are still absolutely required."

The kisses ghosting across his skin earn a small, shivery inhale from him—softer now, leaving the Bastion grinning against Ronin’s jaw, lazy and smug. "If you fall over, I’m just going to lie here and play dead until someone comes to rescue us. I’m not wasting this level of satisfaction just because you got a cramp." He presses another kiss to Ronin’s shoulder, his fingers still carding through damp hair.

"Speaking of mythical cure-all lilies and in the interest of not interfering...I do know Isla happens to quite like flowers.." In fact she probably hated them, but more importantly, her boyfriend might also hate them, or at least this species in particular, which was more or less Remi's point.

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RONIN

the white knight

"How can I ever say no to doing my knightly duties?" Ronin says with a sigh of faux exasperation, though the smile in his words gives him away entirely, and they soon taper into a grumble of fresh pleasure anyway as Remi's wicked fingers continue to work their magic. His grip around his husband might have grown less possessive and/or capable of breaking bones, but he's no less keen to keep him close, especially as he feels Remi's weight sag back against him.

"If I fall over, I can assure you I'll be doing the same. Luckily I think that dip in the hotsprings helped to limber me up before our unexpected exercise." Though if they're being honest, no one would really believe this was unexpected. Sighing deeply and smoothing his hands gently down Remi's sides before strumming them back up, Ronin blinks his eyes open properly as he realises the talk about their lucky find is going to be more than complaining about it.

"Are you saying that after all of that work getting me to look at that stupid flower, you'd quite like to have it after all to present as a gift?" He smirks. "Because I'm going to need to hear you say the words."

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Remi’s laugh is a quiet thing, low and warm in his throat as he tips his head back just slightly to catch a glimpse of Ronin’s smug expression. It has something deep inside growing shivery with delight even as he rolls his eyes in feigned admonishment.

"What I am saying, is that I have heard girls like getting flowers and since Isla just happens to be my closest friend who is a girl, I thought perhaps she would like the flower we found since we have no use for it," he says dutifully if not a touch sarcastically; the solemnity in his voice utterly ruined by the glint in his eyes and the way he shifts back just enough to nudge his ass pointedly against Ronin’s hips. "There, does that satisfy?"

With a grumble Remi reluctantly pulls himself forward and away, just enough to escape his husband's body so that he can turn. Looping his arms over the Knight's shoulders, he draws him in for a proper kiss: one that doesn't seek to tease or bruise or communicate anything more than simple and endless affection.

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RONIN

the white knight

"I was satisfied far before you started to speak," Ronin assures his husband, his grin wicked and the kiss against his neck that follows one that he'd quite like to continue down the length of Remi's body. "But if you keep pushing your ass against me like that, I could be persuaded not to be." Alas, the other man decides at that point to peel himself away, and the Knight lets out  a soft sigh as he turns, his fingers grazing lovingly over the Bastion's scar flecked chest.

"Fine," he says at last. "We may gift your best friend a beautiful flower for no reason other than because we like her and enjoy seeing her smile." He nods his agreement - just in time, as it happens, because Remi is leaning in for a proper kiss and Ronin has no intention of leaving him wanting. Humming something affectionate against his husband's lips, his arms thread back around him as if to savour this moment for all it's worth, and only the need to breathe - and find out what has happened to his shorts - has him eventually drawing back.

"Can I interest you in further relaxation in the hotsprings?" he asks. "Or have you overheated out here?"

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all the things we said when we were younger

Remi hums against Ronin’s lips at his comment, the sound dry but indulgent. "Far before I started to speak?" he echoes, drawing back just enough to raise a brow, his grin crooked. "Then maybe I should stop talking more often, if it earns me that look on your face." He flicks his fingers teasingly along Ronin’s jaw, though the motion softens almost immediately as his gaze lingers, thoughtful and more than a little lovestruck.

As Ronin’s arms come around him again and the kiss deepens, Remi melts into it with a contented sigh, his fingers combing slowly through his husband’s damp hair. It’s not laced with hunger this time, but with the quiet sort of love that blooms in the aftermath—no less intense, just softer around the edges. "Thank you. I do like seeing Isla smile." And, presumably, it was a way of doing some good with the lily that wouldn't involve putting their children's lives at risk.

Only when he pulls back does he finally respond to Ronin’s last question, though his expression is already edging toward a smirk. "Mmm, well someone has just gone and made quite a few of my muscles quite tense again," he says, glancing toward the steaming spring with a lazy smirk. "So I think I can be persuaded."

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RONIN

the white knight

"He says, as if we haven't just fucked ourselves stupid before holding this conversation," Ronin remarks with a sly raise of his eyebrows, as if to remind Remi that his silence is absolutely not the cause of the deep sense of satisfaction curling low in his belly. Trying to chase after the fingers flicking across his jawline with his lips only to get caught in a real kiss instead, the Knight is smiling by the time they part, planting further kisses at the corner of Remi's mouth as if to distract him while he talks.

"Then it's settled," he says of the lily, tugging his husband closer despite their agreement to go back to the hotsprings for another soak in the water. "After we relax perhaps I can tense you up all over a second time," he suggests with a cheeky grin, finally stepping away to reluctantly peek out of the little fissure they've sequestered themselves into. Thankfully his flamingo shorts have not been stolen, and Ronin darts out, wreathed in steam, to hop back into them.

Unable to contain his laughter as he shimmies himself back into a semi-decent state, he tips Remi a wink as he swans back towards their little patch of the hotsprings. "Still as graceful as ever, aren't I?" he boasts.

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REMI

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"Oh, is that what we did?" Remi murmurs, pretending to feign surprise. "You might be more stupid after, but I am feeling quite clever, myself." He leans into the kisses at the corner of his mouth with a hum of indulgence. As Ronin finally steps away, Remi doesn’t bother hiding the way his gaze lingers. He drinks in the sight of the Knight in all his flushed, steam-wreathed glory, and when the flamingo shorts make their triumphant return, Remi laughs and rolls his eyes, only mildly disappointed that they hadn't been stolen after all.

"You are many things, husband," he drawls, following at a more languid pace after having slipped back into his shorts as well. "Graceful isn’t usually one of them. If it was, we'd never have gotten engaged thanks to you falling down some stairs."

Slipping back into the springs, Remi sighs loudly enough for it to echo off of the cavern walls. "If you are planning on tensing me up again, I'll require a snack after. Possibly a nap. I’m a very high-maintenance damsel these days, you know." His grin flashes, sharp and boyish as he opens his arms invitingly. "Now come here and sit with me before your heroism starts to fade."

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