RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
There's only so much that anyone can take in this situation - and Ronin likes to think he has done remarkably well, given the tantalising whispers that have spilled from his husband's lips since this all began. And as Remi pulls away, as the feathers stroke a shivery pattern down the length of his cock, Ronin moans out his frustration and his desire in one. And although he can't see what's going on, he can certainly feel it, and to hear words that do make sense to his ears is enough to have him finally arcing off the bed, regardless of the consequences.
"Fuck," he hisses as the sensation he's chasing inevitably disappears - such is the punishmennt for being impatient. "Remi," he grumbles, gripping the bedposts hard enough now that they're in danger of bending and warping. "At least let me see you. My imagination doesn't do you justice."
"Fuck," he hisses as the sensation he's chasing inevitably disappears - such is the punishmennt for being impatient. "Remi," he grumbles, gripping the bedposts hard enough now that they're in danger of bending and warping. "At least let me see you. My imagination doesn't do you justice."
show me your darkness.
