not alone

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

"Anything you want." Remi whispers, sounding inappropriately sweet and doting amidst the bodies the pair of them had rendered lifeless only moments before. With a breathless and joyful laugh, Remi finds his mind unable to answer the question of slow and building or hard and now that he tries to consider, such that his body answers it for him.

With the hard lines of Ronin's body and his eager erection blazing in his mindseye, the Lullaby drags his gaze back up, nearly undone by the sight of Ronin's exposed neck and the tang of his blood pushed his way with each of the Huntsman's panted breaths. how dare you be like this, Remi wonders silently, sounding genuinely angry. The heat of his emotions would tell a different story, however; one of unfettered devotion and unequivocal need. That his words were coloured with anger was merely a side-effect of the blood and meat chilling all around them, and his fury that Neron had made him feel the way he had.

Carving out the shape of kisses with his teeth against Ronin's chest and neck, Remi's fingers become talons where they pin Ronin's hand into the snow. With every thrust the Lullaby could feel his mind unspooling, and he knew that at the end when all was pulled away, there would be a singular knot of ecstasy that tied him to the man below. "gods, but I—" can't get enough of you Remi half pants and half thinks. He wants to beg for more of the Huntsman despite already having all of him, and so it is that he finds himself stretching up to steal a bloody kiss that tastes of luxere and starlight.