the baffled king composing hallelujah
Luckily for Remi, Ronin can't see the tentacles and - honestly - he absolutely doesn't give a fuck at this point. All the better to fuck you with and all that. With one of his hands still encircling the other man's arm, the other reaches back to snake through Remi's hair, the Huntsman fully anchored to his husband as his thrusts become more frenzied. Each buck of his hips is enough to drive Ronin wild all on its own, even without the pleasure rising like a yawn in the back of his throat.
"Gods, don't stop--" His words are stuttered and broken by their movements, Ronin clenching his teeth and succumbing completely to the feel of Remi's fingers pulsing around his cock. It doesn't take much to shove him headfirst into his climax - Ronin had said they ought to be quick and he wasn't lying - and as the world whites out like the snowfall around them, he arches back hard against the Lullaby and snarls a note of bliss into the air.
"Gods, don't stop--" His words are stuttered and broken by their movements, Ronin clenching his teeth and succumbing completely to the feel of Remi's fingers pulsing around his cock. It doesn't take much to shove him headfirst into his climax - Ronin had said they ought to be quick and he wasn't lying - and as the world whites out like the snowfall around them, he arches back hard against the Lullaby and snarls a note of bliss into the air.
