RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's both heaven and hell when Remi finally relents and draws back from between Ronin's legs, leaving the mechanic panting and flushed. Spasms of phantom pleasure still crackle through him even after the other man has risen to his feet, and he manages to get his elbows beneath him to gaze up at Remi. How he manages to make something as simple as stripping off clothes look the way it does is beyond Ronin (it's an Italian thing, he's sure of it), and his smile is lopsided and full of heat when finally there is nothing between them.
"Still alright," he confirms. More than alright, in fact - he almost has to stop himself from rising off the bed to draw Remi closer again, finding there to be far too much space between them. "Even if I kind of wish you had ignored that advice as well."
"Still alright," he confirms. More than alright, in fact - he almost has to stop himself from rising off the bed to draw Remi closer again, finding there to be far too much space between them. "Even if I kind of wish you had ignored that advice as well."
show me your darkness.
