RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Later, says Bandcamp, and Ronin doesn't think he's ever had an advance rejected quite so gently before. It doesn't make it feel any less shitty, granted, and his fingers withdraw from where they've been sampling just how tightly they fit against the other man's skin. He sits up in time for his host to angle himself more towards him, but then he's leaning in again, and it's with a marked level of confusion that Ronin finds himself drawn into the kiss.
Are you some kind of cocktease? Is that what gets you off? That's what he really wants to ask, but his tongue is a little busy and his hands don't know where they're supposed to go any more, so he just kind of leaves them where they are, half tangled in rich curls and sort of sitting in his lap. "Mm... later, then," he agrees with a lopsided smile, drawing back from the kiss and rubbing at the back of his head.
"I've got work tomorrow - I should probably head out."
Are you some kind of cocktease? Is that what gets you off? That's what he really wants to ask, but his tongue is a little busy and his hands don't know where they're supposed to go any more, so he just kind of leaves them where they are, half tangled in rich curls and sort of sitting in his lap. "Mm... later, then," he agrees with a lopsided smile, drawing back from the kiss and rubbing at the back of his head.
"I've got work tomorrow - I should probably head out."
show me your darkness.
