RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Unaware of his partner’s train of thought (and with a fantastic view of the parade of bodies sprawling across the sky overhead), Ronin assumes that Remi is doing what Remi does best and teasing him. Kisses move from needy and hungry to feather light, the Star’s back arcing as he tries to feel more of the other man, to press further into his touch, his teeth. With fingers splayed over Remi’s lower back, trying to coax the grind of his hips, Ronin’s lips are parted in a breathless pant, and words take a little more time than they should to filter through.
”Mm...?” He blinks through the firelight at the Lullaby, thoroughly distracted. ”Different? Sure. Fun? Absolutely. But better? No, never,” he mumbles, leaning up again to try and silence Remi with his lips and tongue. ”Why, do you want to...?” It’s not a question he can finish, and it’s only partially because there’s very little blood going to his brain right now. It’s a heavy sort of discussion to have when Remi’s hand is wrapped around his cock, and Ronin refuses to overstep the mark for the sake of getting his leg over.
”Mm...?” He blinks through the firelight at the Lullaby, thoroughly distracted. ”Different? Sure. Fun? Absolutely. But better? No, never,” he mumbles, leaning up again to try and silence Remi with his lips and tongue. ”Why, do you want to...?” It’s not a question he can finish, and it’s only partially because there’s very little blood going to his brain right now. It’s a heavy sort of discussion to have when Remi’s hand is wrapped around his cock, and Ronin refuses to overstep the mark for the sake of getting his leg over.
show me your darkness.
