RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"That suits me just fine," Ronin mumbles. What gifts do you tend to leave, is what he'd ask if they weren't closer than they've ever been, and so instead the mechanic wisely keeps quiet. There are hands all over him, strong and masculine in a way that he's never let himself properly enjoy before, and fuck if it doesn't kindle something within him that has remained sleeping until now. Still, while Remi might be frustrated and amused, Ronin is very much only the former, and it's with a grumble of annoyance that he slumps back on the bed, only to roll them over that he might reverse their positions.
"Sorry, but if I don't deal with this I'm afraid I might cut off the circulation to somewhere pretty important," he mutters with a chuckle, holding himself over the other man in a half plank while his free hand works the buttons of his pants. Have they even removed their fucking shoes? Nope - but luckily, a few buttons are enough to relieve the pressure, and Ronin all but blankets Remi now as he trails kisses down the side of his neck.
Remi will learn two things at that point. First, Ronin is a boxer-briefs guy. Second - he's really pleased to see him.
"Sorry, but if I don't deal with this I'm afraid I might cut off the circulation to somewhere pretty important," he mutters with a chuckle, holding himself over the other man in a half plank while his free hand works the buttons of his pants. Have they even removed their fucking shoes? Nope - but luckily, a few buttons are enough to relieve the pressure, and Ronin all but blankets Remi now as he trails kisses down the side of his neck.
Remi will learn two things at that point. First, Ronin is a boxer-briefs guy. Second - he's really pleased to see him.
show me your darkness.
