[SE] hark the heralds

RONIN

Slow is not for here and now, as it turns out - not with the hot water beating down around them or the steam half obscuring them as it rises into the air, or with hands and lips relentlessly setting a pace that can't be anything unsustainable. Ronin's head lolls back against his husband's projection, his eyes slipping shut and his fingers tightening in the Lullaby's hair to hear his own name moaned into the room.

The curse that slips from his lips when Remi suddenly draws up and away from his cock is a mix of pleasure and frustration, but he doesn't stop himself from collapsing into the offered kiss, however difficult it might be to keep steady given the rhythm pounding into him from behind. No, you-- he all but hisses through the bond, and already the heat low in his belly has begun to boil over, and the pressure building in the base of his spine crackles up like a firework in the back of his throat.

Ronin is nowhere in control of his own movements any more, and his hips thrust into Remi's hand even as his own moves down, intent on gathering both of their erections in his grip that they might cum together. And cum he does only a moment or so later, every muscle growing taut, and he can't help the way he nips at the other man's lower lip as if the only thing missing in this pleasure is pain.

soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl