[SE] show me what it's like

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Had Ronin not stopped him, Remi would’ve finished right there; would’ve cum into his husband’s mouth with a moan shaped like apology and gratitude all at once. But the shift—Ronin’s sudden, anchoring grip and the sharp command that followed—cuts through the haze just in time, drawing a gasp from the Bastion’s lips as he’s tugged forward and then denied the final thrust he so desperately chased.

It takes a few ragged seconds before thought returns in any meaningful way, but when it does, it crashes in like surf over hot sand. With hands braced on the Knight, Remi sinks to his knees without hesitation, the grit of stone biting into skin he couldn’t care less about. He turns, breath still shallow, the cool air licking across his cock and the flushed skin of his chest as he angles his body just the way he knows Ronin likes.

"Gods, I want you," Remi breathes, the words tumbling out with an edge of reverence, like prayer. His throat works around the weight of his want, his voice a little raw, a little wrecked. He wants not just the heat and the claiming, but the bond flaring wild and molten between them; the unbearable closeness of being the only thing his husband sees in that moment.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Remi will almost have that before Ronin ever touches him, the Knight's eyes like molten blue steel as he tracks his husband's movements, the way his body shifts and moves and readies itself for him. Feeling his mouth almost start to water, he hasn't even realised his hand has started to stroke his own cock until the other man's words hit his ears, and it's with a rough groan that the Knight abandons his own pleasure to grasp at Remi's hips and draw him - hard - into position.

"How dare you look this good," he hisses, tension creeping into his shoulders and locking down his spine, as if Ronin is suddenly worried that someone else might appear to realise how perfect Remi is, to try to have him for their own. Snarling something that's not entirely human, draconic wings flare wide as he thrusts forward, ruthlessly burying himself deep in the other man, fingers bruising and greedy against his hips.

The Knight wastes no time on preamble - Remi was close before and he has every intention of bringing him to those heights again in quick time, but now with the intention of shoving him brutishly from the precipice.

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

The stretch and burn as Ronin drives into him isn’t unexpected, but gods, it still steals the breath from Remi’s lungs. He groans aloud, a sound made of pleasure and need, hips arching back into the brutal press of his husband’s body with a shudder that rolls all the way down his spine. "Fuck," he hisses, his voice breaking as his hands claw into the stone beneath, fingers curled into talons to brace himself better, to take Ronin the way they both want. He meets every thrust with a snarl of his own, sharp and primal, his entire body alive with fire.

His wings flare wide behind him, a shimmering display of golden membrane and tension as if they too are caught in the rhythm, hungry to feel all of him being claimed. "Gods, I love you like this," Remi gasps, head tipped back just enough to let his voice carry. There’s a wildness in him now, stoked by Ronin’s snarl, the grip bruising deep into his hips. "Harder," he growls, his voice dark and thick with lust. "Fuck you, harder."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Baring his teeth, in this state Ronin can't spare even a moment of breath on clever commentary, and as Remi's demand hits the air it's all he can do to comply with it and then some. The deep ache in their hips will linger there deliciously tomorrow, and he barely contains the draconic talons that want to tip his fingers as they dig into soft flesh, dragging every bruising thrust back against him with more fervour.

Still, as Remi's wings flare and he spots the way he's anchored into the stone, it knocks something feral loose in Ronin's mind and body. With a growl that's all possessive need, one of his hands leaves the Bastion's hips to slip between his wings and shove down, forcing the arch of his back and the raise of his ass into the waiting slam of his hips. Pleasure crackles through him and escapes in a ragged moan, Ronin's pace increasing until the slap of skin and the pant of breath is all that fills the Descent.

"Fuck--" he snarls out, using his knees to force Remi's legs wider apart, to give him more of an anchor for what he wants.

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

The sharp grunt that tears from Remi’s throat is half-surprise, half-desire, his breath catching as Ronin presses down between his wings and folds him into that perfect curve. He obeys without thought, every muscle yielding even as it tenses to meet the punishing rhythm behind him. His knees skid slightly against the stone as they’re forced wider apart, the bite of the ground beneath them only heightening the exquisite intensity of every thrust.

Gods, he’s never felt so taken, so utterly claimed. His wings bow forward in surrender, flared and trembling, his fingers curling into the stone until flakes break free beneath his grip. The roughness, the weight of Ronin behind him, the heat and the sound of it, all of it blurs into a singular, overwhelming sensation. "Gods, make me cum—" he gasps, reaching between his legs with a shaking hand to grasp himself, pleasure slamming into him like a tidal wave. It’s all too much: the angle, the force, the way Ronin knows his body like a song he wrote in another life. "Ronin—fuck—"

His climax crashes into him with a violent sweetness, breath shattering in his chest as the world narrows to white heat and nothing else. His moan echoes out, raw and unrestrained, his body shivering with each wave of release, helpless against it, undone by the man who’s never needed to ask for his surrender but who could take it from him any time of his choosing.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Remi's orgasm is like the permission Ronin has been waiting for, and as he feels the other man flinch and shudder around him, as his cry of bliss echoes loud and unfiltered throughout the cavern, the Knight is heedless to stop from hurtling in the same direction. "Gods, Remi--" he manages, just, before word and thought and sense obliterate into a pleasure so forceful he's genuinely worried one of them might have broken something.

Slamming into the Bastion with a groan of relief and utter satisfaction, Ronin rides out the waves of ecstasy with every following thrust of his hips, emptying himself completely and toppling forward such that he has to brace an arm over Remi's shoulder, blunt fingernails clutching at the dirt and stone. Quite when he's exchanged his wings for that crown of antlers his husband had poked fun at earlier is beyond him, but the soft glow bathes them in a light that feels like a secret sin here, in a place so dominated by violet hues.

Panting hard, the sound of his breath a rough and ragged thing, in place of Ronin's usual sweetness and content, something dark and adoring and possessive flushes through Remi's magic in every place they touch. Something that screams mine, from the handprint bruises that will remain on his husband's hips to the way he remains braced over him, as if caging him from outside eyes. It doesn't matter how many seasons they do this or how little it's ever in doubt, the Knight is heedless to resist the madness of the man he loves and all it brings out in him, for better or worse.

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

The aftermath hits like a wave—sudden, all-encompassing, and leaving him gasping in the undertow. For a few glorious seconds, Remi forgets where he is, who he is, everything but the feeling of Ronin—inside him, above him, around him. His climax leaves him trembling, every nerve singing, every inch of him caught in the soft aftershocks that ripple out like echoes through bone and soul.

Then, the world begins to creep back in. First the sharp, cooling edge of stone beneath his knees, then the flush of heat still rolling down his back, and finally the sound of his own ragged breathing, loud and unsteady as it returns with force. But it’s Ronin—Ronin’s weight, Ronin’s scent, Ronin’s breath on the back of his neck—that steadies him.

Remi presses back into it instinctively, chest lifting with the effort as his body arches like a bow, seeking that closeness as if his heart hasn’t already tangled itself into every piece of the man behind him. His hand reaches up blindly, fingers curling around Ronin’s forearm, the edge of a hip, the slope of an antler—he doesn't care what he finds, so long as it’s him. "I love you," he whispers, hoarse and breathless, the words barely carrying but reverent all the same. They burn at his throat with how true they are, how thoroughly they stitch him back together. "So fucking much."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Groaning something that sits firmly between protest and acceptance as Remi shifts against him, Ronin is still caught very much in the raw overstimulation of his body, every synapse firing like sap popping in a fire, every hard breath feeling well-earned. But his arms do encircle his husband as he starts to sit back on his knees, the Bastion clutched against him like something sacred or divine, and as blind fingers caress the tine of one antler, he huffs out a sharp breath and nestles his face into the crook of Remi's shoulder.

"I love you too," Ronin whispers in reply, the words muffled and low and exhausted, his fingers smoothing reverently across the other man's body as if to ensure he hasn't accidentally left any lasting damage. (Not that their interpretation of lasting is an accurate one by any means).

"You're alright?" He kisses the question in slow passes against the column of Remi's neck, still breathless, his heart still hammering a drumbeat against the Bastion.

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Remi sighs softly as he lets his wings dissolve back into nothing, shrugging them away with a lazy flick of intent so he can better feel the full press of Ronin behind him. The warmth, the solid weight, the steady pulse that thrums against his spine is it’s addictive. He leans back with slow purpose, winding his arms over Ronin’s like a lock twisting home, then tilts his head so his curls brush his husband’s jaw, cheek angled to rest just beneath his.

"Better than alright," he murmurs, voice still rough around the edges, golden and threadbare from everything they’ve just torn through together. His knees and palms sting faintly, but it’s a distant thing; background noise against the glow still radiating in his chest. Any marks left behind are earned, worth it, wanted. "For you?" Remi adds, lips brushing Ronin’s cheekbone as his grin crooks sly and tired and utterly in love. "There’s not a patch of skin I wouldn’t trade for a moment like that."

Silence laps softly at the cavern’s edge, and with a hum that curls low in his throat, he gestures vaguely toward the walls with a flick of his fingers. "You know..Starfall isn’t so bad after all." Twisting slightly in his husband's arms, Remi angles a look up at him, eyes dancing now with mischief. "We should tell everyone it's still wildly overrun so that we can have it to ourselves."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Nuzzling closer without the warm expanse of feathers in the way, Ronin's sigh is one of utter content, and even though they're still arguably in one of the most dangerous places on Caido, he can't help the way exhaustion tries to snap at his heels. "Good," he mumbles into Remi's curls, though he glances down at the arms that loop around to rest atop his own, spying the grazed skin on the Bastion's palms.

"Mm, be that as it may, I'd hate for you not to be able to use those clever hands," he says, smiling another kiss into the crown of his hair and letting a soft, healing breeze alight around them from his zephyr magic. Not enough to fade every claim of ownership he's left on his husband's body - gods no - but enough to smooth away the graze of broken skin.

His quiet laughter catches on the cavernous walls, echoing back at them as Remi turns slightly in his grip, Ronin leaning in to plant a chaste kiss against his lips. "Mm, we'll warn them all of two very violent creatures that lurk in the Descent," he agrees. "That ought to spook them away."

Sitting back just enough to spy the picnic blanket and the bottle nearby, he gives the other man a gentle nudge. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in doing what we actually came here for, would you?"

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

The warm hush of magic gliding over his skin draws a shiver from Remi before he even consciously registers it. The sting in his palms fades, knees no longer scraped raw, and it’s only then—hazy and golden in the aftermath—that he realizes what Ronin’s done. With a low, affectionate chuckle, he murmurs, "You're far too good to me," the words spoken into the edge of Ronin’s jaw where his curls tumble wild against the Knight's skin.

The kiss to his lips is chaste, but Remi treats it like something sacred. He tilts into it, humming softly as if savouring the echo of everything that came before—every ache, every pleasure, every brutal, brilliant moment of being his husband’s. "Mmm, violent creatures, yes. We should let Deimos and Hadama know, though," he adds with a crooked grin, his tone faux-solemn. "I’d hate for them to stumble in here with soldiers in tow only to find us...otherwise occupied against the cavern wall."

When Ronin nudges him gently, Remi slouches with theatrical reluctance, head tipping back onto the Knight’s shoulder before finally peeling himself away with a sigh like he's surrendering a great treasure. As he straightens and stretches, he tosses a glance toward the blanket with a smirk. "What, that wasn’t what we came for?" he teases, voice warm and worn. "Could’ve fooled me."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

"No," Ronin almost sings against Remi's lips, smiling into the kiss, "I'm just as good to you as you deserve." He could be even better for Remi if he's honest, though that might have to wait until they're out of Starfall and back where he can make grand gestures without being attacked by void messengers.

For a second, as the other man suggests letting Deimos and Hadama know, Ronin can't help but throw an incredulous look his way, hackles clearly raised at the prospect of anyone coming to interrupt them at any time. But then he realises it's exactly to prevent such a thing, the Knight huffing out a sigh and nodding his agreement. "Against a wall, hanging from the ceiling, flying overhead..." he agrees absently.

Watching almost hungrily as Remi finally peels himself away, Ronin already feeling the absence of his touch, he reluctantly follows and gets himself more or less put back together, before stepping across to plop down on the blanket. "No comment," he sasses. "I'm committing to the lie of this picnic."

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

RONIN

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Ronin’s praise earns no rebuttal this time, just a low, breathy sound from Remi that hums against his lips, equal parts affection and surrender. There are a dozen responses he might offer about deserving and devotion, some tongue-in-cheek, some more raw and earnest, but for once, he lets the moment sit and for once lets his husband have the last word in.

"Flying overhead?" Remi echoes, brows lifting as he leans back just enough to blink slowly at his husband, amusement curling at the corners of his mouth. "Now that you mention it, I don’t think we’ve tried that one." There’s a pause, then a sly grin as his brows raise as he obviously adds it to some mental list or other.

Stretching like a cat, still bare-footed and rumpled and golden in the light that pools across the cavern, he reaches for the wine. The cork comes free with a soft pop between his teeth, which he spits into the grass without ceremony, then takes a long, satisfied sip. The cool wine cuts pleasantly through the heat left in his chest and limbs.

Turning, he offers the bottle down to Ronin with a lopsided smile, curls in disarray and his dimples looking all the deeper for how his colour’s returned. "To the lie of the picnic, then. May it be the only one between us."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

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

Bouncing his eyebrows mischievously at Remi - they have not tried that one - and leaning back on his hands, if Ronin is idly gazing up at the arching caverns overhead to see whether they'd need to worry too much about the logistics, that's entirely a coincidence. Luckily his husband's presence is more than enough to keep his attention from wandering too much, the Knight shamelessly raking his eyes over Remi's body as he stretches.

"I'll drink to that," he purrs, accepting the wine and taking a slow and necessary sip of it as well, before setting the bottle down between them. "Though there's something to be said for shared lies and secrets. I'm more than happy to gossip with you and keep it between the two of us," he adds, winking and promptly laying down to stretch out on the blanket.

"On a scale of one to definitely, how likely do you suppose it is that those void messengers will come back soon? And if the answer is one, do we have time for a nap?"

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

RONIN