RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's a curious position to be in, given that Ronin simultaneously knows exactly how things normally go in these situations, and yet he only has half an idea about what to expect with a man. Regardless, one thing is blatantly obvious, and that's his attraction to Remi. His lips part in a gasp as the other man presses them further together, pinning their arousal with a friction that is as unbearable as it is enjoyable.
He savours the groan that rumbles up in the back of Remi's throat, anchoring himself a little better against the bed and feeling himself beginning to get frustrated even by the small amount of fabric between them. Then more? filters in through his ears and he hums a note of absolute agreement against his lips.
"More," he manages when he finally parts from the musician, shifting enough that Remi might manoeuvre them around as he pleases. Honestly, he can do what he likes as long as he's not leaving, and no amount of stupid things said or misunderstood have a chance of getting into Ronin's thick skull now.
He savours the groan that rumbles up in the back of Remi's throat, anchoring himself a little better against the bed and feeling himself beginning to get frustrated even by the small amount of fabric between them. Then more? filters in through his ears and he hums a note of absolute agreement against his lips.
"More," he manages when he finally parts from the musician, shifting enough that Remi might manoeuvre them around as he pleases. Honestly, he can do what he likes as long as he's not leaving, and no amount of stupid things said or misunderstood have a chance of getting into Ronin's thick skull now.
show me your darkness.
