only everything you do

he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean

The alchemist's expression might read as being in pain to anyone seeing it out of context. His eyes are only mostly closed, fluttering helplessly with every one of Ronin's thrusts; his teeth are clenched tightly together despite how his lips have drawn up in what might be interpreted as a wince, and he sips at the air in strained and stunted gasps. It isn't pain of course, but even so, Remi will think later it would likely be easier to keep silent while being tortured than it is now in his husband's grip.

Growling through their bond with helpless need, Remi lets his hips roll with Ronin's thrusts. That one of his shoulders has pressed hard enough against a book to send its counterpart on the other side of the shelf tumbling to the floor, he has no idea. Gods, Ronin, the alchemist mentally pleads as his husband's cock brushes against the tangle of nerve endings that send a jolt through Remi's entire body. His hand hardly has to work between them as the muscles of his legs inadvertently flinch and tighten.

I just want to scream your name. Looking down at the Star with hooded green eyes that glint with desperation, Remi's lips part ever so slightly. Harder, he mouths. And then, "—harder—"

THE LULLABY

& i guess i didn't mind  d r o w n i n g  in him.