the baffled king composing hallelujah
Shut up, Ronin wants to laugh against his husband's lips, but the only thing Remi will feel is his warble of amusement through their Attuned bond, because he's utterly incapable of saying a word in his present position. With his brow furrowed in an expression of pleasure so exquisite that it might just be pain, he moans a breath of encouragement against the Lullaby's palm, leaning into his hand and shifting as if Remi might be able to thrust even more deeply if he tries.
"Gods, no," he hisses, already bucking his hips as if to persuade the Lullaby to bring them both to the edge much more quickly. "Not at this time of the morning, anyway." It's more than static in the balls of Ronin's feet - he almost feels like he's on fire, sweat beading at his temples and his teeth clenching together, heels digging into the small of Remi's back. "Please," he whispers, not that he knows what he's pleading for.
"Gods, no," he hisses, already bucking his hips as if to persuade the Lullaby to bring them both to the edge much more quickly. "Not at this time of the morning, anyway." It's more than static in the balls of Ronin's feet - he almost feels like he's on fire, sweat beading at his temples and his teeth clenching together, heels digging into the small of Remi's back. "Please," he whispers, not that he knows what he's pleading for.
