RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin draws a shuddering breath to feel Remi all over him but not quite, the Star resisting the urge to arch up and against his husband because this is the whole point. "We're home, and it's just us," he whispers into messy curls as Remi's forehead presses against his shoulder. "You've no business thinking straight." And that goes for both of them, in fact, Ronin's hands slipping further up the backs of the other man's thighs, grasping and squeezing at his ass without pulling him down.
"Oh...?" There's a flicker of wickedness in Ronin's eyes as well, the Star clearly thinking quite a lot of Remi's... threat? promise? he doesn't really care. And so his arms are drawn willingly up above his head, fingers grasping the bedposts, but as the blindfold appears and he's tempted so wonderfully to claim the alchemist's lips, he can't help but pause very briefly. "Is this..." he wonders without finishing his sentence. Is this wise? Is this using sex as a bandage?
But then he's shaking his head because he doesn't even care right now, leaning up for a gentle, infuriatingly soft kiss.
"Oh...?" There's a flicker of wickedness in Ronin's eyes as well, the Star clearly thinking quite a lot of Remi's... threat? promise? he doesn't really care. And so his arms are drawn willingly up above his head, fingers grasping the bedposts, but as the blindfold appears and he's tempted so wonderfully to claim the alchemist's lips, he can't help but pause very briefly. "Is this..." he wonders without finishing his sentence. Is this wise? Is this using sex as a bandage?
But then he's shaking his head because he doesn't even care right now, leaning up for a gentle, infuriatingly soft kiss.
show me your darkness.
