RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Yes, on second thought, Remi probably has more than some idea about it, and if Ronin were in any state to comprehend as much, he might have laughed at his own inexperience. Luckily, perhaps, his thoughts are little more than scraps of phrases frittered to the wind; words in a mixture of languages, sensations and bursts of colour behind his eyes. His hand works in tandem with his thrusts, stroking against the length of Remi's cock at a pace that is absolutely unsustainable given how his hips already want to buck deeper and faster, held back only by a few strands of resolve.
And then fuck, but Remi's encouragement starts to break them one by one, Ronin lost to the ache in his hips and the backs of his thighs, relishing the burn of muscles that haven't indulged in this form of exercise for far too long. His climax is already starting to threaten like a buzz in the soles of his feet, but he tries to ignore the growing pleasure rumbling through him (good luck), at least wanting the other man to be able to say he had finished this time, before Ronin completely embarrasses himself with a lack of stamina.
And then fuck, but Remi's encouragement starts to break them one by one, Ronin lost to the ache in his hips and the backs of his thighs, relishing the burn of muscles that haven't indulged in this form of exercise for far too long. His climax is already starting to threaten like a buzz in the soles of his feet, but he tries to ignore the growing pleasure rumbling through him (good luck), at least wanting the other man to be able to say he had finished this time, before Ronin completely embarrasses himself with a lack of stamina.
show me your darkness.
