RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin can feel the other man's eyes on him, only able to communicate as such with a gentle squeeze to the hand that's come to examine his own, as well as a sly smirk across the couch. "Next time, you can order. Over the phone," he informs him once he has hung up. "It'll be between 20 and 40 minutes. That's enough time to fuck around on Netflix enough to choose and re-choose something to watch, right?" He grins, tucking his phone away and finally trying to peel himself away and extract himself on the sofa.
Stretching once he's upright, he turns to offer his hand to Remi suddenly, as if to help him to his feet. "Come here a sec?" He smiles, and for once there's no crookedness in it. "Since we're officially dating, now, I'd quite like to be able to hold you without being in the middle of sex."
Stretching once he's upright, he turns to offer his hand to Remi suddenly, as if to help him to his feet. "Come here a sec?" He smiles, and for once there's no crookedness in it. "Since we're officially dating, now, I'd quite like to be able to hold you without being in the middle of sex."
show me your darkness.
