[SE] and it goes like this

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Whatever extremities have gone numb for the lack of blood flow, Remi hardly cares. Disoriented with pleasure, it feels vaguely as though he's swimming against the current amidst a hurricane, fighting to get to the center wherein both he and Ronin will find release. Perhaps it's those watery thoughts that cause tentacles to slide out from Remi's hips and lower back, anchoring him to the sleigh with thousands of tiny suction cups.

Tethered, Remi's other hand is free to release the seat of the sleigh, sliding around to curl around his husband's balls as if to try and encompass every part of the Huntsman from which he could pull pleasure. With what acted like four extra arms to brace himself with, Remi's hips thrust up and down relentlessly. "I love fucking you—" He panted as his calves flexed and tightened and his orgasm rose like manic laughter in the back of his throat.

With fingers gone almost completely numb Remi matched the rhythm of his hips as if he was trying to drag Ronin's orgasm out in time with his own.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)