yours in the morning

the lullaby

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

'No, but...' Ronin is right and Remi's mind is far too foggy to come up with a counterargument. The alchemist's eyebrows flinch towards a frown before he sips in a breath as Ronin's hands descend. "It isn't the same." Remi protests with his lips alone; his hips are already shifting to make Ronin's task easier.

Kissing the Huntsman back is difficult at first, if only because the hand around his cock has caused Remi's teeth to click together. Nostrils flaring, Ronin will feel only lips at first with no give, as Remi's mind unspools and tangles. Pressing his tongue forward, the alchemist greedily lets his own hand join Ronin's, partially covering his husband's that he might force a pace that might appropriately matches his current state of need.

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!