not alone

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

It's cold and hot and easy and hard in varying degrees of perfection.  Only aware of the snow and frosty winds for how his skin seems to sizzle against Ronin's, Remi is lost to the madness of the moment. The pleasure he feels expands in the back of his throat, coating his muscles in a delicious thrill that has him breathless and euphoric.  mine, he doesn't think so much as the thought just is, and it's with precision and strength that likely only the Taliesin-men are capable of, that Remi is able to reach the hand not clasped with Ronin's between their bodies, to wrap around the base of his husband's cock.

Wishing for a third hand, a fourth—a million—such that there was no inch of Ronin that he was not part of, Remi's wings flare from his back in tandem with a pulse of possessiveness that blazes from the alchemist's core. Mine his soul sings again as his fingers tighten and pulse around the Huntsman's cock, and were it not the case that there was some crucial dividing line between man and beast in moments like this, Ronin might have found himself blanketed by a manticore such was the carnal high Remi's thrusts had driven himself to.