[SE] blink twice

i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time

Predators don't bear their throats. But perhaps it's exactly that, which makes it so maddeningly exquisite for Remi, as Ronin's fingers encircle the scar tissue and muscle that coats the skin around his throat. Each of Ronin's thrusts ignites something in the core of the alchemist, sending sparks radiating out to his fingertips and the tip of his tongue. There are brief hiccups of pain too, as his talons are relentlessly shoved deeper and deeper into the wood of the ceiling, but gods if that doesn't just add to it all.

Later Remi might have the wherewithal to correct Ronin—you're going to make yourself cum—but as it always does, the Huntsman's warning is at once so satisfying to hear and so unbelievably arousing.

Shifting slightly that he might provide as much resistance to Ronin's thrusts as he can, the world begins to spin and grow bright as Remi's own orgasm finally catches him. Releasing the ceiling, Remi reaches for Ronin's arm with a clawed hand, gripping his husband's bicep as he cums hard enough to lose his balance. With one of Ronin's hands around his erection and the other around his throat, Remi felt suddenly adrift. Held fast by the Huntsman and against him, it was a weightless and surreal sensation of proper belonging and bliss.