RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
For the second time since (somehow) managing to salvage the situation, Ronin considers saying something and then wisely shuts himself up. Instead, his cheeks darken further and he just takes the damned compliment for what it is, nodding and joining the other man on the bed. "Alright - if you..." He cuts himself off with a soft huff that might have been a laugh at any other time. "I was going to say if you needed me to stop or slow down, to tell me, but I know you would." Now who's being extra careful, Ronin?
The hand that returns to his cock is unexpected enough that he has to bite his lower lip around the moan that almost escapes, and then - and then, as if he wasn't turned on enough, Remi is looking over his shoulder in a way that Ronin can already see in oils and acrylics, and he has to force himself not to ruin the moment by being unable to tear his eyes away from rich curls and a pale green stare.
Slow, Remi instructs, and despite all the other bumps in the road they've had, he will find in Ronin an attentive listener and an adept student. Indeed, even as he positions himself behind the musician, he spends just as much time lavishing breathy and passionate kisses against the other man's shoulder and neck as anything else. He enters the musician with a slow and careful tilt of his hips, his breath catching, one hand steadying himself on Remi's hips, the other grazing down his chest and torso.
The hand that returns to his cock is unexpected enough that he has to bite his lower lip around the moan that almost escapes, and then - and then, as if he wasn't turned on enough, Remi is looking over his shoulder in a way that Ronin can already see in oils and acrylics, and he has to force himself not to ruin the moment by being unable to tear his eyes away from rich curls and a pale green stare.
Slow, Remi instructs, and despite all the other bumps in the road they've had, he will find in Ronin an attentive listener and an adept student. Indeed, even as he positions himself behind the musician, he spends just as much time lavishing breathy and passionate kisses against the other man's shoulder and neck as anything else. He enters the musician with a slow and careful tilt of his hips, his breath catching, one hand steadying himself on Remi's hips, the other grazing down his chest and torso.
show me your darkness.
