RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I don't know what you're saying," Ronin says, and his tone would be sweet were it not for the roughness in his voice, "but I love it." He smiles up at his husband, though nothing else about them seems remotely at ease. Hard and aching, with every muscle taut and begging either for release or for the fire of adrenaline to ignite, he thinks he can ear a whining in his ears - unfortunately, he's not wrong. The bedposts he's still holding onto are beginning to creak their protest, so tightly is Ronin holding onto them.
Letting out a shuddering breath, it's so easy to give Remi what he asks for, what he demands, and Ronin nearly purrs the words. "I want you, Remi," he says. "Gods, I want you so bad it's driving me crazy." His hips threaten to arc up again, though it's with an iron will that he stops himself.
Letting out a shuddering breath, it's so easy to give Remi what he asks for, what he demands, and Ronin nearly purrs the words. "I want you, Remi," he says. "Gods, I want you so bad it's driving me crazy." His hips threaten to arc up again, though it's with an iron will that he stops himself.
show me your darkness.
