long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Remi succeeds without needing to try much at all, and Ronin's moan echoes throughout the bathroom as his husband moves against him. "Some of them might even try to come in here and find out," he mumbles, which is all the more reason to listen to that sense of urgency that feels as if it's itching against the balls of his feet. And as Remi continues in the travelling tongue, whatever Ronin was thinking or trying to say completely vanishes. Instead, growling a curse against the column of the alchemist's neck, one of his hands snakes around to grasp the base of Remi's cock, squeezing it hard. "How do we look?" he wonders as his hips begin to move of their own accord, deep and hard without any intention of taking time over this. As his husband has rightly pointed out, the rest of the patrons in the bar are likely already talking about this, and they aren't here for romance. They're here because Ronin can't imagine having had to wait out the torturous walk home before getting his hands on the Lullaby.

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

"I'll kill anyone who dares." Remi sings sweetly as he tips his head back against Ronin's shoulder, his hips rolling easily with his husband's motions like they're both well-seasoned sailors easily able to walk across a rolling and shifting sea. It occurs to him somewhere in the back of his mind—as it often does—just how closely related violence and passion are in Remi's mind. As Ronin grips the base of his cock, feathers trickle down Remi's spine; in the back of his thoughts, he can hear wood splintering as he imagines shoving Ronin back hard enough to break through the door behind them, can feel phantom pain as talons rake down his skin, and can imagine with absolute certainty what blood tinged with sweat would feel like beneath his fingers.

Rolling his head forward, what Remi sees is a rather disappointing sight if only because it's just...him, mostly. In another iteration of this, he might have repositioned them, might have begged Ronin for his duplicate to make an appearance, or he might have tugged them into a dream where he could replicate a thousand Ronin's. Already (blissfully)(regretfully) far too close, Remi just shakes his head. "Gods Ronin, please." He moans. Every thrust showers brief sparks in the pit of Remi's stomach, like bits of flint struck over and over above kindling. It would take, he knew, but gods if the rollercoaster between the flash and darkness wasn't something that both consumed him with pleasure and threatened to drive him mad.

"Ro—" The words stutter on Remi's tongue before one of Ronin's thrusts seem to knock the air from Remi's lungs—and thus the words—entirely away. Wings itch to spread from the Lullaby's back as nearly every muscle in his body tenses. Reaching down to cover Ronin's hand with his own, the alchemist cums with pheonix fire and starlight flashing through his body chasing him up, up, up—and the deep blue of Ronin's eyes threatening to drown him in their depths on the way down.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin might have made some quip about not receiving the saucy description of them in the mirror, but honestly his mind is in every place they touch instead, every crackle of pleasure that Remi's body draws out of his own. "Please, what--" He says, not that he even knows what he's expecting the other man to say. And he'll never find out, either, because no sooner has he spoken when Remi is suddenly arching against him, and the force of his orgasm is enough to drive the Huntsman over the edge as well. The slam of his hand against the wall is enough to splinter the stone, and his curse is mumbled into the press of Remi's neck as he cums, stars dancing behind his eyes. He doesn't know how many seconds pass before he returns to himself, before he's aware of the panting of his breath or the sound of someone knocking against the door. With a sudden snort of laughter, Ronin presses kiss after kiss against his husband's shoulder as he carefully extracts himself, hurriedly hitching up his pants and grabbing for Remi's hand. "Quick," he hisses, tugging them towards the window that they might make a quick escape. ~FIN