RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The flush to Ronin's cheeks only intensifies at the glimpse of something comes and goes in Remi's eyes, and before he can stop himself he's leaning in again to steal another taste of the musician's lips, humming a note of near insistent affirmation against them. His hips pitch forward again, relishing the friction it creates between them, and it feels like forever before he can make himself come up for air again.
"I'm sure," he whispers against Remi's jawline. The whiskey warming his blood definitely helps lubricate his insecurities, but there's no doubt that this is something that he wants. "I trust you. Just be gentle with me this first time, okay?" He smiles, drawing back enough to sit up astride the muscian, though Remi will find him easily manoeuvred wherever he wants him.
"I'm sure," he whispers against Remi's jawline. The whiskey warming his blood definitely helps lubricate his insecurities, but there's no doubt that this is something that he wants. "I trust you. Just be gentle with me this first time, okay?" He smiles, drawing back enough to sit up astride the muscian, though Remi will find him easily manoeuvred wherever he wants him.
show me your darkness.
