you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me It’s a delicious sort of torture, the fact that this really all under Remi’s control; with his palm braced against the Lullaby’s chest and the way their bodies meet in a rhythm not quite fast enough, Ronin is helplessly pinned beneath his lover. His other hand grasps hard enough to leave a delightful bruise against the alchemist’s thigh, a curse hissing from his lips as he feels Remi arc back, sending pleasure crackling through the length of him. ”Don’t... Remi, d...” Don’t you dare stop is what he manages to say at last, the words hazed by need even as they stumble through their Attuned bond. And his husband absolutely doesn’t stop, Ronin joining him thrust for thrust as he picks up the pace, driving him towards his own end far too quickly for his liking, but fuck if it hasn’t been a long time since they had this opportunity.