RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
More, Remi tells him, and Ronin happily complies. Still, by no means does he rush - more doesn't mean faster, and though his fingers flex against the other man's hips and his breath comes out in little more than a shudder against Remi's shoulder, he is no less careful as he eases himself in further.
"Fuck," he mutters, which is about as much coherence as the musician will get from him right now. It's been a hot minute since he's been this close to someone, as he's already explained, and this is very much jumping in at the deep end.
And finally there's nowhere further to go, for Ronin, and he leans in to trail his lips down the column of Remi's neck. "Are you good?" he asks breathlessly, barely daring to move until he knows the other man's answer.
"Fuck," he mutters, which is about as much coherence as the musician will get from him right now. It's been a hot minute since he's been this close to someone, as he's already explained, and this is very much jumping in at the deep end.
And finally there's nowhere further to go, for Ronin, and he leans in to trail his lips down the column of Remi's neck. "Are you good?" he asks breathlessly, barely daring to move until he knows the other man's answer.
show me your darkness.
