[SE] sugar rush

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

Biting at the inside of his cheek in a frantic attempt to keep some hold on the conversational thread—they were talking about their wedding after all—Remi finds that the images behind his eyes are suddenly merged scenes of wedding vows and the tangle of their limbs.

Finding himself suddenly in Ronin's lap, Remi's eyes snap open as the hand previously on his chest reaches out to steady himself on the bed, before migrating to clutch at the sheets. "More armour?" It's a question, but a confused sounding one, as if the alchemist no longer has any idea what the words mean or how they're applied in this context. Aware of only the way his knees have widened, Remi gives his head a helpless sort of shake. "No buckles, no—

—but I made yours for you." He all but moans, shifting his hips as the muscles of his legs submit their vote to surrender to the movements of Ronin's hand.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

"No buckles, then. Maybe just a lot of buttons," Ronin suggests, his lips lingering against the shell of Remi's ear while his fingers march down his chest, opening his shirt as they go. "Mm, I know you did. Then we'll keep our rings - I'll just have to make sure I get you a wedding gift. One you'll really like." Three guesses what that might be.

The hand around the Lullaby's cock moves in earnest now, matching the shift of Remi's hips, but it never strays beyond the slow pace of a lazy afternoon (not yet, anyway). "Gods, you have no right to feel this good," he whispers, his free hand sneaking its back back up across the other man's bare chest towards the scars at his throat.

It's a shame, really, that he's so occupied with Remi - it means his own arousal remains caged uncomfortably between them. Ronin is hardly complaining, though.

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

"I hate you." Remi manages, though the curse sounds far more like a plea than anything else. Far off a voice sings, You might think your dick is a gift, I promise it's not. Releasing the sheets, Remi tries to snake his hand behind his back to fumble helplessly with Ronin's own zipper/button/clasp situation. Gods why had he ever agreed to become a demigod; if he hadn't, Ronin's clothing would be no more than rose petals.

'"It takes two, to...to..." Stars explode behind his eyes as the muscles of one arm flinches, desperately wanting to coerce the Huntsman into a more frenzied pace. "..to make a marriage...work.." Pain had become so second nature to the alchemist that not even bloodying his own lip or cheek with his teeth would be enough to properly distract himself. So it is that Remi growls with the effort it takes to focus his thoughts, and leans forward on the balls of his feet just enough to make room for his previously-thwarted fingers. He'd not be able to give Ronin the slow methodical rise that the Huntsman had given him—maybe he'd even apologize about it later—but at least Remi wouldn't be selfishly alone in his enjoyment of the moment.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

"No you don't," Ronin purrs into Remi's ear, squeezing his cock even if he refuses to increase his pace. "You love me. And I love you, and there's nothing that gods or monsters can do about it." Not strictly true, he supposes, but given that their respective heralds know more than enough about the lengths the other will go to, he'd be surprised if they decided it was worth it.

Inhaling sharply at the hand that finally manages to free him from his pants, Ronin grumbles a note of relief and enjoyment against the side of Remi's neck. "It takes two to do this, as well," he sighs out, somehow (somehow) finding the willpower to release his husband, to encourage him to his feet so he can surge up and seal his lips in another kiss, wanting much more than what they've already had.

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

Puffing out a burst of air that's neither agreement nor dissent, Remi struggles to maintain the focus to both breathe and listen. Speaking, currently, was well out of the question, and as his body continued to twitch in sharp defiance to the pace Ronin was setting, Remi was quickly losing the ability to convince himself that waiting would be worth it.

Good timing that Ronin's efforts came when they did, as it riled something possessive within the alchemist that cleared his mind, however briefly. "Oh no." Remi counters with a smile, tensing his legs to keep them both sitting. "You picked this position, and now you have to deal with it." He growls with a dark smile. Hastily now because gods Ronin was all too much, the alchemist would shift and shimmy their respect pants and underwear down enough that when he reclaimed his spot in his husband's lap, it would no longer be onto an awkwardly caged erection, but down onto a freed one.

Reaching for one of Ronin's hands to encourage it to curl back around his throat, Remi will once again let his head loll back, only this time allowing the movement of his hips to follow along with the rhythm of Ronin's hand.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

With a hitch of breath and a silent snarl, Ronin decides not to fight against his husband's decision to keep them right where they are, the Huntsman's hands quite willingly reclaiming their former positions. "Fuck," he hisses, finding Remi suddenly and quite decadently all around him, his fingers flinching around the other man's cock as if suddenly infuriated by the pace he's set.

Growling into the crook of Remi's shoulder, it's almost automatic for Ronin to lift his hips and meet every one of the Lullaby's movements, and gods if it doesn't seem unfair for this to feel so good. Already his hand is stroking out a faster rhythm, as if to coax Remi to follow suit, and the fact that they're both basically still fully clothed is an absolute travesty that he can do nothing about right now.

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

In this moment Remi might have given up all the power that had come from being a demigod, if only so he could reclaim his old abilities. Strength, stamina, immortality...gods, but was it all worth not being able to snap his fingers and make Ronin naked?

"I could...make another sort of ring.." Remi mumbles out of the blue. His mind had been left somewhere previous in the conversation and had somehow just managed to commandeer his lips. Reaching one arm over his own shoulder to grasp at Ronin's shoulderblades for purchase, it's with absurd amounts of strengths on both their parts that they're able to maintain this position as easily as they do. Light pools are their feet from the open kitchen window and should anyone have the (mis?)fortune of passing by, Remi might even offer them a smile.

With Ronin's hands on his erection and his throat, bordered by his arms and filled by his cock, Remi felt caged in a way that might him want to lash out. The sensation had his fingertips growing into claws that clutched at the hand around his throat, begging it to tighten.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

"Sounds like a wedding gift to me," Ronin growls, having barely heard Remi's words, and even when he does they take a few seconds to filter through properly. His shoulders tense to give the other man a better grip, and the new (and frankly acrobatic) position lets him drive more deeply into the Lullaby, stealing the air from his lungs with each thrust. Moaning as pleasure scrapes up the back of his thighs like an itch he can't scratch, the hand around Remi's throat needs no encouragement.

It's an act of restraint, in fact, that keeps his own fingers from growing claws as they tighten against the other man's windpipe, and gods what he wouldn't give to be one of those hapless passers-by right now. What he wouldn't give to see Remi's expression.

And it's probably that train of thought that leads to a second Ronin appearing before the couple on the bed, blue eyes near molten as they drink in the unfolding scene. Stepping forward, the projection takes no issue in leaning down for a kiss, as if the hand around Remi's throat isn't quite enough.

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

Slack-jawed and on the verge of delirium, the feathers that trickle down Remi's spine and branch out towards the back of his arms threaten to sprout into wings. Against this, the alchemist has very little control other than to silently plead with himself that as good as the fanning of his wings will feel, being pressed against Ronin is better.

Quite how Ronin has the wherewithal to duplicate himself, Remi doesn't know. As the second Ronin leans down and the alchemist gasps up into the kiss, he also tries to duplicate himself. Ronin will feel the barest touch pawing at his back, not unlike some nervous boy trying and then reconsidering sliding his arms around a girl's shoulders at the movie theatre, before the projection dissolves in lieu of the dazzling patterns drawn by Ronin's tongue.

Have me. Remi pleads and commands, releasing Ronin's hand to instead curl his fingers around the projection's head to deepen the kiss even if it means bloodying their lips in the process.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

A shiver rolls up Ronin's back at the phantom dance of fingers along his shoulders; had he the wherewithal to speak he'd have assured the other man that he's had a lot longer to play around with his projection. As it is, though, he can barely keep his concentration on himselvesf, his fingers flinching around Remi's neck and his other hand tightening around his cock.

Gods, you're too much-- he manages - just about - even as the tenuous control he wields over himself begins to crumble. Arching up at the same time as his teeth sink into Remi's shoulder, the Lullaby will find himself very much able to bloody the projection's lips in a bruising kiss. Alas, that does count as an injury, and so only a second later, the construct becomes incorporeal and then flickers away to nothing.

More's the better in Ronin's opinion, because already his orgasm is crackling through the base of his spine and roaring low in his belly, and it's through the taste of copper that he pitches forward into ecstasy. His own wings do burst from his shoulders quite without permission, knocking trinkets off the bedside tables and the windowsills, not that he gives one single fuck.

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

The teeth against his shoulder combined with the sudden absence of Ronin's projection has Remi's building orgasm suddenly fueled by fury and animalistic rage. The hand previously in astral!Ronin's hair turns almost fully leonine as it swipes into the now vacant space, dealing a devastating blow to the dust motes twinkling softly in the sunlight.

Rolling his hips a final time as he comes down hard onto Ronin's thighs, the alchemist's orgasm is accompanied by a horrific influx of partial shifts: one foot anchors itself into the floorboards with massive talons while the other affixes him with suckers sprouting from rubbery skin; feathers almost completely line Remi's shoulders and the backs of his arms as fire blossoms from his lips and closed eyelashes.w

Ecstacy, predatory need, and an outpouring of love all shine out of the alchemist as he cums. With starlight behind his eyes and the shape of Ronin's name on his lips, Remi lets himself be swept away in the energetic chill of his pleasure and the warmth of his husband's body.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

It's a wave that Ronin doesn't want to stop riding, a high that he continues to chase even as he feels the comedown start to drag through his body. Still, every one of his muscles remains tense, his lips parting to draw back from Remi's shoulder, his wings flexing to mantle around his prize and its amalgamation of half-shifts. Panting, it's a few dizzy moments before the Huntsman can begin kissing away the blood from the bite he's delivered, and only then do his fingers carefully soften around Remi's neck.

Finally relaxing, Ronin's heartbeat continues to thunder against the other man's back, but there's a smile on his lips as his kisses move along the wound. "Sorry," he whispers, even though he isn't. He means for the bite, of course, but there's something satisfying (in a savage sort of way) about marking Remi in the same way an Ascended might. "I love you."

RONIN

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

The lack of oxygen from both forgetting to breathe as well as Ronin's fingers, as Remi's muscles screaming. It's such a rare feeling that as soon as he can, the alchemist is gasping his surprise as his thighs begin to shiver and threaten to yield their godly strength in lieu of a happy collapse. "No you aren't." Remi counters, not minding at all the feeling of being some carefully coveted prize behind the curtain of Ronin's wings.

The ache in his throat and shoulder pulse with every hammering beat of his heart, and gods if it isn't the most wonderfully distracting rhythm. It clogs his senses such that the urge to turn around and sink his claws into Ronin's neck has his fingers twitching before the words I love you decisively bring him back to himself.

"I love you more." He mumbles, relaxing all of his muscles in one graceless motion and slumping back against the Huntsman. Eyeing the mess of dessert on the counter, Remi narrows his eyes. "Now if only making something for Ludo came quite so easily.." Letting silence ring for just a moment, the alchemist chuckles boyishly at himself.

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

Ronin grumbles into the side of Remi's neck, not having the energy to argue about who loves the other more, and he's happy to concede to the other man right now. He is smiling, however, as he continues to kiss away the blood from the bite on the Lullaby's shoulder, warm hands drifting decadently over his (tragically clothed) body. Hazy blue eyes open to peep across at the chaotic dessert as Remi mentions it, Ronin huffing out a laugh.

"We can fix it," he says, though he makes no attempt to move. "I'll spin some sugar - you decorate the cake heart? It'll only take a few minutes. Then we can set it on the doorstep and I can kiss you better from head to toe."

RONIN