RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Will they, indeed? Ronin's breath hitches in just a bit as Remi settles astride him, giving him a better chance to let his hands explore his body for the first time. His fingers chase along inked flesh, sweeping along Remi's ribcage and purposely avoiding the name writ across his heart. "Ah, I see," he murmurs, looping an arm around the other man's waist now to draw him ever closer. "Mm...?" So much a part of him now, are his scars, that he barely notices that they are there, and when Remi draws attention to one, he has to glance down at it for a second.
"Oh, that?" He scoffs gently. "No, that one was a parting gift." One that ended his career, truth be told, but that definitely isn't a story for tonight. Not if Ronin has anything to do with it, and as if to seal that away for the time being, he leans up once more to catch Remi's lips. His hips move of their own accord, and though he has little chance of any satisfaction in motorbike leathers, a man can try.
"Oh, that?" He scoffs gently. "No, that one was a parting gift." One that ended his career, truth be told, but that definitely isn't a story for tonight. Not if Ronin has anything to do with it, and as if to seal that away for the time being, he leans up once more to catch Remi's lips. His hips move of their own accord, and though he has little chance of any satisfaction in motorbike leathers, a man can try.
show me your darkness.
