RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi tries to draw them closer and Ronin complies willingly, shifting towards the middle of the couch and letting an arm slip around the other man to properly enjoy himself this time, what with the not having layers of reinforced leather between them. An appreciative hum rumbles in his throat at the feel of fingers in his hair, and his free hand is already finding its way to Remi's knee, threatening to slip higher.
Confidence is something that he can't help, unless it comes to his artwork (as evidenced), and as little practical knowledge as Ronin has in this arena, he's just doing what feels good right now. And what feels good is the touch of the man beside him and around him, if only there were more of it. Shifting to slouch back on the sofa, he tries to draw Remi over him, planning to full enjoy this impromptu makeout now that they're out of the view of prying eyes, and then follow Bandcamp's lead from there.
Confidence is something that he can't help, unless it comes to his artwork (as evidenced), and as little practical knowledge as Ronin has in this arena, he's just doing what feels good right now. And what feels good is the touch of the man beside him and around him, if only there were more of it. Shifting to slouch back on the sofa, he tries to draw Remi over him, planning to full enjoy this impromptu makeout now that they're out of the view of prying eyes, and then follow Bandcamp's lead from there.
show me your darkness.
