RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi might feel seen but Ronin can assure him that there are nothing but good things to see from his point of view. As a soldier he's more than comfortable needing to get naked whenever and wherever - the army knocks body hangups out of you when there are bullets flying overhead. He's just about prepared for the other man to join him on the bed when Remi throws one last thing into the checklist, and he can't resist scoffing out a mildly frustrated laugh.
"I'm surprised you've not made me sign a waiver," he remarks, rolling over (and narrowly avoiding skewering his erection against the bed) and fumbling in the drawer of the bedside table. He produces a bottle of lube, setting it down and flashing Remi a crooked smile. "There. It's water-based and everything just in case that's a requirement." Despite his teasing, there's only warmth in blue eyes that seek out Remi's as if inviting him to get comfortable.
"I'm surprised you've not made me sign a waiver," he remarks, rolling over (and narrowly avoiding skewering his erection against the bed) and fumbling in the drawer of the bedside table. He produces a bottle of lube, setting it down and flashing Remi a crooked smile. "There. It's water-based and everything just in case that's a requirement." Despite his teasing, there's only warmth in blue eyes that seek out Remi's as if inviting him to get comfortable.
show me your darkness.
