RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
A lot more, Ronin answers the question he’s posed to Remi himself, a frustrated groan rumbling up in his chest as the Lullaby does a lot more talking than he does taking off clothes. The alchemist arches up, his hips grinding teasingly against Ronin’s erection, and he narrows his eyes a little. ”I can’t tell if you’re even interested in me, or just in winding me up,” he half purrs, leaning in to meet Remi in another kiss.
Except it isn’t just a kiss, and the huntsman gasps into his partner’s mouth, heat crackling south and through the length of him, as if Remi has learned his trick of being two places at once. He wants to ask what the other man is doing, but it comes out in a stuttered sort of moan, Ronin’s hips moving of their own accord as if to invite more of this.
Except it isn’t just a kiss, and the huntsman gasps into his partner’s mouth, heat crackling south and through the length of him, as if Remi has learned his trick of being two places at once. He wants to ask what the other man is doing, but it comes out in a stuttered sort of moan, Ronin’s hips moving of their own accord as if to invite more of this.
show me your darkness.
