RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
There are no words, not after his name tears through the air like that, but Ronin's feelings are riotous in the way they clamour and roar through him. There's a lot of things he might say in response to his husband, not all of them kind or good. Things like you were supposed to be mine or you were supposed to be careful or you were supposed to be the smart one, but instead there's just delicious pressure and the huff of their breath and the taste of the alchemist on his lips.
And as Remi sits up again (drawing a shuddering gasp from the Star), Ronin does manage a very, very wicked smile all of a sudden. And Remi will feel a second presence behind him, warm and calloused hands snaking around his waist and up against his chest and around the base of his erection, stroking along with each tilt and rock of his hips. Ronin's astral projection presses close, leaving bruising kisses along the side of Remi's neck until he reaches his ear. "Tell me you want me," he echoes.
And as Remi sits up again (drawing a shuddering gasp from the Star), Ronin does manage a very, very wicked smile all of a sudden. And Remi will feel a second presence behind him, warm and calloused hands snaking around his waist and up against his chest and around the base of his erection, stroking along with each tilt and rock of his hips. Ronin's astral projection presses close, leaving bruising kisses along the side of Remi's neck until he reaches his ear. "Tell me you want me," he echoes.
show me your darkness.
