RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
I am not distracting you. I am helping you, Ronin informs Remi, though his words crack like a whip on a summer night through their Attuned bond. At the mention of things hardening, he can only bob his eyebrows at his husband in an o rly? sort of gesture, given that his tongue and lips are currently busy.
Relieving two of Remi's fingers from the sugar-slick mixture, Ronin finally ends the torture, pressing a chaste kiss to his fingertips as he releases the other man. "Maybe some citrus?" he suggests. "We have lemon juice somewhere, I think... and a little black pepper, if you're feeling bold and adventurous." Is that how Remi's feeling?
Hell if Ronin knows. He's too busy departing towards their bed and the trunk at the end of it, to fetch some clothes.
Relieving two of Remi's fingers from the sugar-slick mixture, Ronin finally ends the torture, pressing a chaste kiss to his fingertips as he releases the other man. "Maybe some citrus?" he suggests. "We have lemon juice somewhere, I think... and a little black pepper, if you're feeling bold and adventurous." Is that how Remi's feeling?
Hell if Ronin knows. He's too busy departing towards their bed and the trunk at the end of it, to fetch some clothes.
show me your darkness.
