RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Honestly, the state of his sheets are the last thing on Ronin's mind as he comes down from the euphoria that has draped itself over him. His eyes blink open as Remi shifts a bit, and he feels a smile curling across his lips. "I categorically did not hate it," he says through a breathless laugh, aware suddenly that he still has the other man clasped against him as if he's chasing the pleasure of it all.
His grip softens, and his cheeks are already flushed enough to appropriately disguise how charming he suddenly finds the musician, with his dimpled cheeks and lazy wit. "It didn't sound as though I was terrible either." Though Remi might have just been doing him a kindness; Ronin wouldn't have blamed him for it.
Dropping a gentle kiss against the other man's shoulder, Ronin slowly and carefully begins to ease himself away, more than aware that his own body is still singing in overdrive. "I don't have great coffee here, sorry," he warns Remi playfully, "so unless you want to go out or order in, it's either instant, more whiskey, or some cans of Coke that might be in my fridge."
His grip softens, and his cheeks are already flushed enough to appropriately disguise how charming he suddenly finds the musician, with his dimpled cheeks and lazy wit. "It didn't sound as though I was terrible either." Though Remi might have just been doing him a kindness; Ronin wouldn't have blamed him for it.
Dropping a gentle kiss against the other man's shoulder, Ronin slowly and carefully begins to ease himself away, more than aware that his own body is still singing in overdrive. "I don't have great coffee here, sorry," he warns Remi playfully, "so unless you want to go out or order in, it's either instant, more whiskey, or some cans of Coke that might be in my fridge."
show me your darkness.
