RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin wants to continue this back and forth, but of course as the raccoon shifts and warps into a shape he finds much more difficult to ignore, he huffs out a sigh of reluctant acceptance against the side of Remi's neck. "I love doing one specific thing in the morning," he objects with a crooked smile, warm hands already lazily swarming across his husband's body to get their fill.
While Sugar and Oria organise morning coffee, Ronin lets himself properly arrive at wakefulness and peeps up at Remi with a soft smile. "Good morning," he rumbles, rolling onto his back again and drawing the other man with him so he can peer up the length of Remi's body and into seaglass eyes. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a wakeup call?"
While Sugar and Oria organise morning coffee, Ronin lets himself properly arrive at wakefulness and peeps up at Remi with a soft smile. "Good morning," he rumbles, rolling onto his back again and drawing the other man with him so he can peer up the length of Remi's body and into seaglass eyes. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a wakeup call?"
show me your darkness.
