RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's a good thing that Remi doesn't care about the answer, because the only one Ronin can give is a stuttered exhalation that would be a ragged moan if only the mechanic would allow it to be. He'd not been lying when he'd said there hadn't been anyone else since his last relationship a few months back, and all of his senses are alive and in overdrive at the exquisite attention lavished upon him by a skilled tongue. "Fuck," he groans eventually, just as the musician adds his hand into the mix. His back arches, though his hips stay put, much as he hates himself for it.
Remi is right - he could absolutely make Ronin cum right here and now should he want to. His resolve is a tenuous thing at best, and he hisses in a breath that he wishes gave him more willpower than it does. "You better slow down, before I risk disappointing us both," he just about warns, his fingers already starting to sneak through the back of the other man's curls.
Remi is right - he could absolutely make Ronin cum right here and now should he want to. His resolve is a tenuous thing at best, and he hisses in a breath that he wishes gave him more willpower than it does. "You better slow down, before I risk disappointing us both," he just about warns, his fingers already starting to sneak through the back of the other man's curls.
show me your darkness.
