[SE] hark the heralds

the lullaby

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

The snow groans beneath Remi's weight as his body heat causes it to contract and re-freeze. Yeilding and moulding, this is not terribly unlike the men's sexual escapades from years before when Remi would create beds of moss and branches from them to fool around on. That this was beyond the alchemist's control now felt all the more enticing; not unlike how they pair had spent this last day, having to actually work for something, Remi was finding, made it much more satisfying.

"Yes." Remi manages, shakily. "—ther—" Eyes closed, it's only the feeling of being looked at that draws the alchemist's focus. Shaking his head, eyelashes fluttering half-closed with each of Ronin's thrusts, Remi just regards the Huntsman with passion and adoration alike. Wanting both to pull Ronin's hair and drag him down as much as to cup his face and tell him how exquisitely handsome he was, the alchemist finds himself utterly undone by his husband's blue eyes.

As Ronin's pace increases, Remi's brow furrows and creases with a look which might have been mistaken for agony were it not for the accompanying cascade of emotions that expressed precisely the opposite. Letting one hand slip from around Ronin's neck, Remi tugs raggedly at the Huntsman's shirt where it had been growing more and more balled up between them. Adjusting himself that the combined pressure of their bodies might do the work his hand would normally do, Remi reaches his arm across Ronin's back to draw their lips together again. Make me cum. He pleads, his legs tensing as if worried that Ronin might have the willpower to draw away at this point.

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!