the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin doesn't know if he actually replies or if it's just an inarticulate moan as he chases after his own orgasm. He suspects it's the latter, and as Remi continues to pitch himself forward and it hits absolutely every right spot, he almost considers it unfair that the alchemist can render him so utterly speechless like this. And to hear how close he is only encourages Ronin's climax further, one hand reaching down between them even as he groans a note of warning into the side of his husband's neck.
"Remi." It's almost a snarl as he cums, and the hand not tending to himself is suddenly tipped with claws that threaten to shred against the Lullaby's back. They don't - barely - leaving tiny pinpricks instead that will likely heal before they are ever noticed, Ronin's legs locking tightly around the other man's waist as if to keep him from going anywhere. As if he would.
"Remi." It's almost a snarl as he cums, and the hand not tending to himself is suddenly tipped with claws that threaten to shred against the Lullaby's back. They don't - barely - leaving tiny pinpricks instead that will likely heal before they are ever noticed, Ronin's legs locking tightly around the other man's waist as if to keep him from going anywhere. As if he would.
