not alone

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Feeling the rush of his need like a weight against his throat that stifles his lungs each time he tries to take a full breath, Remi hears himself growling in exasperation as more and more seconds tick by and still the pair are kept apart by their clothes. "If ever I see Frey again—" He pants, as his fingers work at Ronin's buttons. They tremble, but not because of the cold. "—I'll ask for a way of stripping down that's faster than this. I think I am owed that, after everything."

Patient enough only that their pants might be dragged off one leg at most, Remi presses his husband back into the snow with his lips as much as the weight of his body. With as much urgency as one might inject life-saving drugs into another, the Lullaby sweeps one of Ronin's legs over his shoulder as he presses his forehead against his husband's chest. "Ronin—" He moans in warning, preparation, or love—perhaps all three—before pressing the balls of his feet into the snow (and against a carcass as it happens), to thrust himself forward. Grunting against tattooed and scarred skin, Remi presses his eyes closed as he feels their bodies come together. Tight and taut until the moment it isn't, the Lullaby gasps and snarls in silent praise. '...fuck."

Reaching up with his mangled right hand to find Ronin's and fix it in place over his head, Remi raises his head as he arcs his back to look down at the man beneath him. "Gods, look at you." The mask of blood Ronin wore only made the blue of his eyes all the more clear. Letting his gaze descend down Ronin's muscular torso to the Huntsman's cock caged between their bodies, has Remi staggering for breath and moaning his appreciation.