RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The backs of his legs hit the bed - it's all plain grey linen and a few colourful blankets thrown on top to keep in the warmth - and Ronin flashes Remi a crooked grin. "Well I am glad you clarified, because I was about to demand you leave," he informs him, not at all serious about it (obviously) but unable to help himself nonetheless. Like the other man, though, all snark and wit seems to disappear with the touch of their lips and the dance of their tongues, and the mechanic is about to draw them back onto the bed when Remi is tugging off his shirt.
"Mm?" Plopping to sit on the edge of the bed, Ronin finds himself gazing appreciatively up at the man who had told him to go and change in the bathroom not twelve hours before. He takes in the tattoos properly this time, his hands reaching up to graze across Remi's hips, to tug him into his lap if he'll allow.
"Oh?" Tilting his head at the name writ across the other man's heart, Ronin can't help his crooked smile. "Old flame?" he assumes, shifting to tug off his own shirt as well. Again, a pale, well-muscled body; again, silver nicks and a pink starburst against his right shoulder.
"Mm?" Plopping to sit on the edge of the bed, Ronin finds himself gazing appreciatively up at the man who had told him to go and change in the bathroom not twelve hours before. He takes in the tattoos properly this time, his hands reaching up to graze across Remi's hips, to tug him into his lap if he'll allow.
"Oh?" Tilting his head at the name writ across the other man's heart, Ronin can't help his crooked smile. "Old flame?" he assumes, shifting to tug off his own shirt as well. Again, a pale, well-muscled body; again, silver nicks and a pink starburst against his right shoulder.
show me your darkness.
