RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi moves against him and, slow and even as it might be, it's still enough to steal the breath from Ronin's lungs and to have him biting the inside of his cheek. No part of him wants this to stop - in fact, a lot of him wants it harder and faster, especially at the excruciating rhythm that matches pace against his cock. "You feel better than good," he grates out eventually, lips parting in a sigh that wants to be a moan, especially as the muscian's lips press to his ear.
"Yeah?" he whispers, a crooked smile playing across his lips. "And how's the real thing holding u-- oh, fuck--" A particularly enthusiastic shift of Ronin's hips has Remi driving forward a lot harder than previously, and it touches on something in the mechanic that he's only even begun to explore solo in recent times. "God, like that." He groans his encouragement, urging the other man to take him to that edge again (and again, and again, until he inevitably can't stand it any longer).
"Yeah?" he whispers, a crooked smile playing across his lips. "And how's the real thing holding u-- oh, fuck--" A particularly enthusiastic shift of Ronin's hips has Remi driving forward a lot harder than previously, and it touches on something in the mechanic that he's only even begun to explore solo in recent times. "God, like that." He groans his encouragement, urging the other man to take him to that edge again (and again, and again, until he inevitably can't stand it any longer).
show me your darkness.
