RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
If Ronin had any idea what his husband was saying, he might be able to join in this game of dark mischief. Alas, Remi has him exactly where he wants him and then some, the Star's lips parting in a soft gasp to feel the bed shift, the thump of fabric hitting the ground. Part of him wants to at least play at escape, but at the wings that press insistently against his wrists, he thinks he probably knows better than to push the alchemist. For once.
Instead, with a hand pressing against his chest, Ronin lifts his chin as if to ask what, only for his lips and tongue to find the tip of the Lullaby's cock brushing against them instead. There's a wickedness in the smile that flickers across his face, then; a smile that melts into a moan as silken feathers whisper across the hardness between his legs. There's a heat building in Ronin and he's not sure whether or not it will ignite into an actual fire given enough frustration, but for now, at least, he's steady.
His tongue darts out to swirl around the head of Remi's cock, as if to encourage him further, but of course he can't set the pace here. It's up to his husband to do that.
Instead, with a hand pressing against his chest, Ronin lifts his chin as if to ask what, only for his lips and tongue to find the tip of the Lullaby's cock brushing against them instead. There's a wickedness in the smile that flickers across his face, then; a smile that melts into a moan as silken feathers whisper across the hardness between his legs. There's a heat building in Ronin and he's not sure whether or not it will ignite into an actual fire given enough frustration, but for now, at least, he's steady.
His tongue darts out to swirl around the head of Remi's cock, as if to encourage him further, but of course he can't set the pace here. It's up to his husband to do that.
show me your darkness.
