help me, i'm drowning

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Perhaps contrary to what his husband thought (or more likely had simply fallen in the habit of), this time Remi did not want fast, or hard. For the first time in a very long, long time, it wasn't release he was rushing towards; not just an orgasm to send him off to a dreamless sleep, but Ronin. So, difficult as it was for his lips to do anything more than form inarticulate half-pleas against the hunter's neck, Remi pulled Ronin against him with the hand not buried in the wood of the wagon and whispered, "—slow."

As Ronin pulled back, it was all the alchemist could do not to simply collapse right then and there. "Gods I love you." He whispered in a voice raw with lust and love, eyes bright with hope and adoration. Slow however did not mean not at all, and so angling his chin down a touch awkwardly to capture Ronin's lips, the alchemist encouraged Ronin exquisitely deeper with his heels against the back of the hunter's thighs. That he wanted the Ronin more than he wanted his own orgasm meant that Remi wouldn't remove his arm from around Ronin's shoulders, relying instead on the friction between their two bodies to do the work for him. Luckily his husband's love and forgiveness combined with his unique and impossibly charming brand of attractiveness had rendered Remi to teenage-boy levels of arousal.

Though Remi tried and tried again to kiss Ronin, his lurching heart demanded quick sips of air that broke in shuddery waves between them. As he felt the slow draw of orgasm pull at his inner thighs and build at the base of his spine, his fingers lurched unsteadily against Ronin's shoulder. Still though the alchemist held his husband close, forcing him to be slow, wanting them both to be swept away by the slow build rather than simply dashing into it.