RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi is right - it is clumsy and fast, and it's 100% the fault of the fact that Ronin just wants to feel the other man against him properly. So now that he's finally free from skin-tight leather (why that seemed like a good look at the time is probably something Remi can answer from an aesthetic point of view), he can slow himself down a little. Able to actually enjoy the heat building between them and the press of fingers slipping beneath his waistband, Ronin continues to lavish attention against Remi's neck, and he only draws back with the intention of returning to the other man's lips.
At that point, Bandcamp's hips rise up to meet his own, and the delicious friction it causes has his breath stuttering in his throat, his lips fluttering across Remi's rather than achieving the passionate kiss he'd been aiming for. He has no idea what the question is, but he takes the encouragement for what it is and then some, grinding against the man beneath him and feeling something like a frustrated teenager (and he doesn't really care, honestly).
At that point, Bandcamp's hips rise up to meet his own, and the delicious friction it causes has his breath stuttering in his throat, his lips fluttering across Remi's rather than achieving the passionate kiss he'd been aiming for. He has no idea what the question is, but he takes the encouragement for what it is and then some, grinding against the man beneath him and feeling something like a frustrated teenager (and he doesn't really care, honestly).
show me your darkness.
