RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"So am I," Ronin moans against the crook of Remi's neck, his hand squeezing and stroking harder along the length of the other man's cock, as if in response to his own building orgasm. Remi arches back against him and the mechanic forgets to fucking breathe with the pleasure that whipcracks through his body in response, and if that wasn't enough, the encouragement that spills from the other man's lips does the rest.
Ronin's willpower finally snaps, and it's with a ragged curse that is half mumbled around the musician's name that he drives his hips forward, deep and hard and fast in response to the almost command given to him. He's already too close to the edge to stop himself, and the exquisite movement of their bodies, the smell of sex and sweat, it shoves him over entirely.
"Fuck". It's with a final thrust that nearly topples them both against the headboard that Ronin cums, that pleasure roars through his bones and up into the back of his throat, and he selfishly loses himself to it for a stolen couple of moments.
Ronin's willpower finally snaps, and it's with a ragged curse that is half mumbled around the musician's name that he drives his hips forward, deep and hard and fast in response to the almost command given to him. He's already too close to the edge to stop himself, and the exquisite movement of their bodies, the smell of sex and sweat, it shoves him over entirely.
"Fuck". It's with a final thrust that nearly topples them both against the headboard that Ronin cums, that pleasure roars through his bones and up into the back of his throat, and he selfishly loses himself to it for a stolen couple of moments.
show me your darkness.
