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

It's the only sort of delirium into which the Lullaby will willingly go, but lead there by Ronin, Remi is an all too willing accomplice in this. He is both weightless and moored to the earth, bound and boundless in ways he'll let someone with more poetic phrases describe.

Nearing his own climax, Remi stiffens slightly against the motions of their bodies, that he might reach for Ronin's face. Without much coordination, he grasps his husband's jaw, pushing him away if only so that Remi could stare haphazardly up at him as a tentacle slides between their bodies. Though his fingers relax slightly and his palm slides down Ronin's jaw, pressing against his husband's collarbones slightly, the Lullaby stares slack-jawed with amazement and eternal longing into the fey-blue of the Huntsman's eyes. Grasping the base of his own cock firmly, his toes clench as his ankles roll, sending cramps up his calves and making his thighs tremble.

"...fuck." He pants, his fingers trembling near his husband's throat. "Fuck, Ronin.." Whether it's an encouragement or a demand Remi doesn't know. Blood pounds in his ears, pulsing in a sweeping heat across his cheeks and gods if he doesn't cum soon he's not certain he can keep from clawing Ronin's throat out.