RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
”No, it’ll feel like it does for you,” Ronin points out, and if his husband hasn’t noticed, that’s really all the Star cares about. He draws in a shuddering breath, hips lifting as if to chase after the abandoned touch, and he all but growls against the side of Remi’s neck. ”You know what I meant,” he hisses, surging forward suddenly to try and flip their positions, capturing the Lullaby’s lips anew.
”Remi,” he mumbles into his partner’s mouth, the chill of the snow and the crackle of the fire behind them making this place seem as real as any other. ”What do I have to do for you, exactly, for you to just fuck me?” His husband was a master of teasing, and Ronin was close to becoming unwound entirely.
”Remi,” he mumbles into his partner’s mouth, the chill of the snow and the crackle of the fire behind them making this place seem as real as any other. ”What do I have to do for you, exactly, for you to just fuck me?” His husband was a master of teasing, and Ronin was close to becoming unwound entirely.
show me your darkness.
