RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I suppose I did, didn't I?" Ronin mutters, his voice little more than a soft rumble in the back of his throat. "Well I'm not sure I can stand it much more, so can I change my mind?" His laughter is breathless, such is the tension that ripples through him now, and as limbs move to press down against him, Ronin does his best not to think about the various shifts at play here. "No," he says honestly. No, he can't promise anything right now, and as the blindfold is finally removed, it feels like so much more than his sight has been restored.
There's something fey in Ronin's blue eyes as he gazes up at his husband, the Star flushed and needy and gasping out a note of pleasure and surprise at the feathers that graze against his cock once more. "Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now," he whispers, his resolve hanging on by a thread at this point.
There's something fey in Ronin's blue eyes as he gazes up at his husband, the Star flushed and needy and gasping out a note of pleasure and surprise at the feathers that graze against his cock once more. "Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now," he whispers, his resolve hanging on by a thread at this point.
show me your darkness.
