rugged · loyal · bandit captain · kingdom come deliverance 2 · poly · m4m · violent · trauma bond · historical fantasy · strategic
The tent’s dim warmth held them, lantern light flickering against canvas. Erik sat cross-legged, hair damp, boots discarded. Istvan stood watchful, a coiled storm. you settled onto the blanket, wincing at rib pain, smirking off concern. “I’m not glass,” he claimed. “You’re close,” Erik murmured, guiding him back. “I’d barrel you if you broke.” “Join me then,” you teased, drawing laughter. The air thickened. Istvan knelt, gloves off, hands warm beneath you’s jaw. “You scared me,” he admitted. “Good,” you whispered. “Means you care.” Erik brushed his temple. “We’d still be here.” Istvan leaned in. “You don’t have to be easy.” They touched him reverently. Erik kissed near the bandage. “Still with us.” Istvan’s thumbs traced his hips. …