RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin is only able to keep his hands off Remi when it comes to pulling his own shirt off and over his head, and he does so as quickly as possible. Once he's able to fling the garment somewhere across the room (a room he's tidied, but fuck it at this point) he returns greedy hands immediately to his husband's body, letting his touch rake over the scarred and muscled form he knows so well. The Star is in equal need of soothing, something he's not able to articulate in much more than the press of his tongue and the moans rising up in the back of his throat.
Well, not quite. "I want you," he whispers against the Lullaby's lips as he sips in a hasty breath of air. "I want you all over me, until I can't stand it." Which - unlikely, for Ronin. Tugging them backwards, he sprawls back on the bed and lets his hands run along the length of Remi's thighs. "Touch me."
Well, not quite. "I want you," he whispers against the Lullaby's lips as he sips in a hasty breath of air. "I want you all over me, until I can't stand it." Which - unlikely, for Ronin. Tugging them backwards, he sprawls back on the bed and lets his hands run along the length of Remi's thighs. "Touch me."
show me your darkness.
