i only feel you

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

Indeed, sometimes it felt like he was silently screaming against his partner's mouth, or stringing together ill-formed curses in his desperation to communicate the heights of his pleasure. Now, though, Remi's tongue is as passionate but reserved, as hands brushing in a dark room. His lips move slowly against Ronin's, finishing the phrases sung by his husband's mouth, and interjecting softly with his own melodies. The words they form are sweet and uniquely accented; some bastardized language spoken only by the two of them, and only ever in moments like this.

Wanting both to sink into the feel of Ronin's fingers beneath his hips but also to rise up, Remi holds himself like a taught bowstring: his lower legs shivering with tension as he fights against the insistence of his lower half crash into Ronin's. There was always the odd wave on the beach even on the calmest days, wasn't there?

Breathing in deeply, Remi finds that rather than calming the runaway beating of his heart, that the air in his lungs served only to intensify the heat in his belly and the warm tension coursing through his thighs. Gods but you make this difficult. The Lullaby thinks, sounding breathless even though his mental voice didn't need to breathe.