[SE] and it goes like this

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Remi's eyelashes flutter as his mind slips back, taking a secondary position and yielding control to the alchemist's instincts. A harmless snarl curls his mouth as Ronin's teeth graze against his lower lip, and as Ronin looks around to confirm they are in fact alone, the alchemist's fingers are already wrestling with his husband's belt and pants. "We could both be naked right now.." Remi laments, but distantly. Already there is a wild sort of panic singing through his bones that makes it feel as though his fingers are shaking, screaming urgency into each of his movements.  

They could get out of the sleigh, yes, but in the wake of those words—have me—Remi is helpless to do anything but comply as immediately as he can. So it's with a boyish haste ill befitting two demigods that the alchemist tries to fumble their pants down to their knees (gods he can't be bothered to do any more than that, lest he shreds the fabric altogether), before he's trying to pull Ronin backwards onto his lap where the size of his erection might suggest there had been hours worth of foreplay instead of only a few minutes.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)