RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
”Remi...!” Is it a complaint, or a plea for more? Ronin doesn’t even know any more. What he does know is that apparently in a dream the flushes of pleasure that ripple through him at his husband’s touch are tenfold, and his hands are trying to sneak inside the other man’s coat even as Remi finally stops his teasing. ”Yes,” he agrees, breathless and flushed and smiling. ”Yes, soon you will come with me. And I might never let you go again.”
But for now, in exchange for finding what Remi wants to do in this dream? Fine. He follows after the Lullaby, his smile filled with boyish mischief as he watches the other man flump to the ground and make a magnificent sort-of-snow angel. ”You are so perfect,” he informs him, flopping down as well to fan his arms and legs out in an arc, though in Ronin’s indentation, there is - of course - a gigantic, phallic representation instead. ”Ta daaa!”
But for now, in exchange for finding what Remi wants to do in this dream? Fine. He follows after the Lullaby, his smile filled with boyish mischief as he watches the other man flump to the ground and make a magnificent sort-of-snow angel. ”You are so perfect,” he informs him, flopping down as well to fan his arms and legs out in an arc, though in Ronin’s indentation, there is - of course - a gigantic, phallic representation instead. ”Ta daaa!”
show me your darkness.
