RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Ooh, a theatre. Aren't you quite the rockstar," Ronin murmurs, but given what he's chosen to do next, they can talk about tickets and pretentious, artsy shows later. It's true that Ronin lives in one the bEtTeR parts of town, but he's by no means rich. He just runs his own business and is the only one working there, has a few high profile clients, and has done a few all nighters over the past few years.
But that, like a bunch of other stuff, is something they can talk about later. For now there's just the smell of gasoline and the bright lights overhead, and the warmth of a body that he'd very much like to feel a little closer, if he's being honest. But with Remi still basically straddling the bike and Ronin wearing gloves and leathers, it's not the intimate moment they've likely been waiting for.
Still, it's fucking good, and Ronin isn't about to complain as his lips part for Remi to deepen the kiss, as gloved fingers seek curls that (apparently) are all natural. "Shall we go up?" he mumbles eventually, one hand against the other man's hip as if to guide him off the bike.
But that, like a bunch of other stuff, is something they can talk about later. For now there's just the smell of gasoline and the bright lights overhead, and the warmth of a body that he'd very much like to feel a little closer, if he's being honest. But with Remi still basically straddling the bike and Ronin wearing gloves and leathers, it's not the intimate moment they've likely been waiting for.
Still, it's fucking good, and Ronin isn't about to complain as his lips part for Remi to deepen the kiss, as gloved fingers seek curls that (apparently) are all natural. "Shall we go up?" he mumbles eventually, one hand against the other man's hip as if to guide him off the bike.
show me your darkness.
