give me something to sing about

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

On the verge of using his tongue to argue with Ronin about who the luckier of them was, wisely, the Lullaby instead pleaded his case against his husband's lips, making sure to emphasize each point with several footnotes that he might leave no detail out. It's me, his thoughts whisper in colourful strokes; I am the lucky one.

As Ronin slowly, gods so slowly, lowers himself down, the sound that leaves Remi's lips is almost laughably soft and needy that no one besides the Huntsman would think the Lullaby capable of making such a vulnerable noise. It is you, for me. The Lullaby thinks before his mind sways and blurs; overcome with sensations that he'd normally just rush through, instead he submits and submerges into them.

The hammer of his heart echoes a rhythm that even the balls of his feet are able to match, and with every trace of his fingertips along Ronin's back, Remi's entire body vibrates at the same frequency. Liquid heat coils at the base of his spine, shooting down between his thighs before erupting outwards in all the places their bodies touch. It's the sort of fire that demands company, but gods there was something so tantalizingly satisfying about delaying what was to come, if only because between the two of them, it never lasted long.