RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"We samurai prefer the term tactical retreat, but yes, I suppose that covers it," Ronin said, his smile audible in his words despite the hand that's still rubbing at the stubble on his cheeks. "Same. I thought you were just into a lot of kiss chase, and I was way too drunk to know the rules." As for pretending to be gay? "Oh, I..." Ronin pauses, a genuinely thoughtful expression coming over his face. "I've never... I mean. I'm not not gay, I guess," he reasons, especially based in the way he gazes appreciatively over at the man dithering with his coffee beans.
"You're the first guy that's caught my eye," he says, unsure how else to phrase it without being blunt. Never fucked a dude before, but I'd quite like to try it with you. Similarly, though, he's got to stop thinking about it too much, because sweats are unforgiving.
"For the record, that song would have undressed me and then some," he adds with a self-deprecating laugh. "How about we start with coffee, then? What are you doing to it?" Ronin's coffee involves pushing a button on a vending machine and hoping it's not motor oil that comes out.
"You're the first guy that's caught my eye," he says, unsure how else to phrase it without being blunt. Never fucked a dude before, but I'd quite like to try it with you. Similarly, though, he's got to stop thinking about it too much, because sweats are unforgiving.
"For the record, that song would have undressed me and then some," he adds with a self-deprecating laugh. "How about we start with coffee, then? What are you doing to it?" Ronin's coffee involves pushing a button on a vending machine and hoping it's not motor oil that comes out.
show me your darkness.
