like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Closer wasn’t close enough, and as Remi’s fingertips brushed across his skin Ronin drew himself flush against the other man. Cuts and bruises screaming in protest, fatigued muscles also voicing their discomfort, the Star gave not one single fuck. His arms circled Remi, needing his heat, needing the realness of him, and he stole kisses along the line of his jaw, the space beneath his earlobe, the scars against his throat. ”Good,” he rumbled, his lips still against Remi’s neck, his eyes pressing shut for a moment. Not for sleep, but for rest - at last, he felt, he could actually rest, the heartbeat thundering in his chest finally started to slow down. ”How was it here?” he asked, obviously meaning LongNight. ”Anything happen worth mentioning?”