[SE] through the night water

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Though Ronin might be more of the feral side of madness than he was comfortable with, as far as being well and properly fucked, the Lullaby could offer absolutely no criticisms. It was a rare thing indeed for the Supernova to so completely be overcome with selfish fury that had Remi's toes not already been buzzing with the hint of his orgasm he might have stopped and pointed it out. Instead, it was with bruising skin and teeth bared to the night that he submitted himself to the harsh masturbatory strokes of Ronin's hand and the way the huntsman was basically just using his body as a vessel on which to chase his own climax.

"Don't you fucking stop-" Remi pants, his face contorted into a silent scream as his eyes sliver. Fire explodes through his belly with such intensity that it seems to blur away the wounds carved out by Ronin's teeth, fingers, and from the unyielding stone such that they're entirely forgotten. "-fuck-" Bucking his hips into Ronin's hand, the entirety of the Lullaby's mental stream has been reduced to a single and furious beam of intensity; if you stop now, I will kill you.

Then, into the night such that one might question who truly preceded over these woods, the Lullaby roared his husband's name with the sort of force only made possible by the mixing and matching of various vocal cords and lung capacities.