we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
A low moan rises up in Ronin's throat as the Priest responds in kind, and every touch and taste of him sends fresh heat crackling through the Star, such that he is a little reluctant to draw back. With a shiver of lust, he watches Gideon sink to his knees and simultaneously wants to stop everything right where it is, and also urge him onwards. The result is a hand that tightens in the other man's hair, Ronin hitching in a breath and tilting his head back to gaze up at the ceiling. "Wait--"
The words come out suddenly, and it's at that moment that Ronin realises he's one and the same again. No longer split in two, it's just one Ronin that stands before Gideon, hard and aching, and he finally has the opportunity to stop this madness.
And yet.
And yet.
Letting out a shuddering sigh, he lowers his gaze once more to Gideon, blue eyes hooded by lust. "Well, if you insist," he mumbles with a crooked smile, helping to loosen the buttons on his pants until his erection is freed from the fabric; free for the Priest to do what he will.
The words come out suddenly, and it's at that moment that Ronin realises he's one and the same again. No longer split in two, it's just one Ronin that stands before Gideon, hard and aching, and he finally has the opportunity to stop this madness.
And yet.
And yet.
Letting out a shuddering sigh, he lowers his gaze once more to Gideon, blue eyes hooded by lust. "Well, if you insist," he mumbles with a crooked smile, helping to loosen the buttons on his pants until his erection is freed from the fabric; free for the Priest to do what he will.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
