yours in the morning

the lullaby

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

It only occurs to Remi now that he should have removed his own pants, that way he could have used one of his hands—or gods, even a tentacle—on himself. As it was, the effort and mental acuity it would take to shift and roll and rid himself of his rapidly-tightening pants, was out of his reach. The only option was to take out his mounting sexual frustration on Ronin, with a tongue and lips made all the more agile and precise by desire.

The dull pain from the tangle of Ronin's fingers in his curls and the still-bright smell of Ronin's clotting blood has Remi's teeth wanting to grow sharp. It's really the only thing his conscious mind is aware of lest he slices off this particular part of his husband that he has grown so fond of. Cum— Remi sings as he grips Ronin's ass and continues to lift, like a man slurping the remaining dregs from a soup bowl. —I want to taste more of you—

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!