RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Why the fuck would I stop you?" Ronin mumbles against Remi's lips, moaning into his kiss and letting his hands roam greedily up the length of the Lullaby's back. He wants to rip the fabric of the other man's shirt right off him, letting it flutter away down and into the mist and water below, and he's only stopped by the sudden rock and press of Remi's hips against his own. Inhaling sharply, his fingers tangle in the back of rich curls, tugging at them even if he has no intention whatsoever of peeling him away.
The cool air tickles along his bare skin, even as Remi descends the length of his body, Ronin's head tilting back against the cloud. In saner less passionate seasons he might have made a quip, something like can't we go anywhere without ending up all over each other, but right now, he's only really capable of incoherent moans and encouragements.
The cool air tickles along his bare skin, even as Remi descends the length of his body, Ronin's head tilting back against the cloud. In saner less passionate seasons he might have made a quip, something like can't we go anywhere without ending up all over each other, but right now, he's only really capable of incoherent moans and encouragements.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
