RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"You have no idea." Ronin has to mumble his response between sips of air, happily pinning Remi back against the door and letting his kisses drift down onto the other man's neck. "Watching you strut around on stage. I was half worried you'd get a better offer and I'd be left at the bar on my own." His grinning as he says it, but it doesn't make it any less true.
He both does and does't want to give the musician the room he needs to unbuckle Ronin's belt; it's a difficult process given that he'd much rather grind his hips forward, and the growing tightness in his jeans doesn't help matters either. But he eventually gives Bandcamp the space to do what he wants, for the small price of seeking out his lips again and running a greedy hand along his chest and beneath his shirt.
He both does and does't want to give the musician the room he needs to unbuckle Ronin's belt; it's a difficult process given that he'd much rather grind his hips forward, and the growing tightness in his jeans doesn't help matters either. But he eventually gives Bandcamp the space to do what he wants, for the small price of seeking out his lips again and running a greedy hand along his chest and beneath his shirt.
show me your darkness.
