RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Oh? Thanks for your patience," Ronin quips back automatically, as if his mind is trying to come up with as many witty remarks as possible before the reality of the situation threatens to rob him of his senses. And as he feels Remi move behind him, he does his best to relax into it. It's an effort made significantly easier by the kisses pressed against his shoulder, though there's no stopping the sharp inhale of surprise mingled with pleasure at the sudden teasing touch of the other man's fingers.
"Oh--" Cut off by the way his own thoughts fizz into static, Ronin can offer little more than a soft nod to show he understands, his head lolling back and his eyes closing. It's a sensation that he's only beginning to explore (and very much enjoy) when it's gone again entirely - except it's not, and his breath hitches to feel Remi's cock press against him.
A stuttering moan leaves his lips, a mingling of pleasure and pain made worth it from the hand stroking against his erection. "Fuck..." Keep going, he wants to say, or you're so big, or even simply more, but anything articulate dies on his tongue, at least until Remi has filled him entirely and he's got a second to collect his senses.
"Slow," he whispers, as if the other man won't know to do that much, but there's always the off-chance, Ronin supposes, that he might suddenly want to have his brains fucked out with no warning. With hands braced against the headboard, it's another few breaths before he can shift his hips ever so slightly, and even that's enough to drag another moan from his throat, though there's no doubt this time that it does feel good.
"Oh--" Cut off by the way his own thoughts fizz into static, Ronin can offer little more than a soft nod to show he understands, his head lolling back and his eyes closing. It's a sensation that he's only beginning to explore (and very much enjoy) when it's gone again entirely - except it's not, and his breath hitches to feel Remi's cock press against him.
A stuttering moan leaves his lips, a mingling of pleasure and pain made worth it from the hand stroking against his erection. "Fuck..." Keep going, he wants to say, or you're so big, or even simply more, but anything articulate dies on his tongue, at least until Remi has filled him entirely and he's got a second to collect his senses.
"Slow," he whispers, as if the other man won't know to do that much, but there's always the off-chance, Ronin supposes, that he might suddenly want to have his brains fucked out with no warning. With hands braced against the headboard, it's another few breaths before he can shift his hips ever so slightly, and even that's enough to drag another moan from his throat, though there's no doubt this time that it does feel good.
show me your darkness.
