RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi extracts himself and Ronin gives himself a chance to simply be in the wake of what has just happened, taking a slow breath in that seems to fill his lungs to bursting before letting it out again. With it goes every ounce of tension in his body, and he slips off the bed to follow the other man into the bathroom. Bandcamp's shower accoutrements are a botanist's wet dream, and somehow Ronin isn't surprised one bit. Instead, with a small and private smile, he ducks in to join him.
"Mm?" It's clear that his mind is still on the sex in question as the water darkens his hair to black and fills the room with steam, and even before he answers the flush to his cheeks makes it abundantly clear what he thinks. "Best I've ever had," he teases, because obviously it is, given that he's got nothing to compare it to. "I think I might have to try it a few more times though, just to be sure." That is to say, a next time would be fan-fucking-tastic in his books.
"Mm?" It's clear that his mind is still on the sex in question as the water darkens his hair to black and fills the room with steam, and even before he answers the flush to his cheeks makes it abundantly clear what he thinks. "Best I've ever had," he teases, because obviously it is, given that he's got nothing to compare it to. "I think I might have to try it a few more times though, just to be sure." That is to say, a next time would be fan-fucking-tastic in his books.
show me your darkness.
