RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin sucks in a shuddering breath in the small amount of reprieve he gets from his husband’s expert ministrations, but no sooner has he tried to refocus his mind when Remi is all around him again. The Star moans his delight into their kiss, into the way the Lullaby’s hips rise up to grind against him, and—
and oh—
He nearly buckles at the sensation alone, so strange yet familiar, and so fucking welcome that he finds himself frozen between wanting to thrust forward and arch back into the hard length sliding between his thighs. Please, he urges, begs if he has to; Ronin’s lips are still locked against Remi’s and although it’s snowing there’s already a light sheen of sweat against his skin.
Physically unable to take it anymore (and there’s definitely going to be a mess to clean up when he awakens, he thinks), the huntsman thrusts forward, easing himself into Remi with a hissed curse. He buries himself in his husband, his entire body on fire with anticipated touches, with whatever wicked magic Remi’s got up his sleeves next.
and oh—
He nearly buckles at the sensation alone, so strange yet familiar, and so fucking welcome that he finds himself frozen between wanting to thrust forward and arch back into the hard length sliding between his thighs. Please, he urges, begs if he has to; Ronin’s lips are still locked against Remi’s and although it’s snowing there’s already a light sheen of sweat against his skin.
Physically unable to take it anymore (and there’s definitely going to be a mess to clean up when he awakens, he thinks), the huntsman thrusts forward, easing himself into Remi with a hissed curse. He buries himself in his husband, his entire body on fire with anticipated touches, with whatever wicked magic Remi’s got up his sleeves next.
show me your darkness.
