RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's the most curious feeling, to be both pressed up behind Remi and also stretched beneath him, and Ronin has to spend a moment or two to navigate these waters. His hands roam along the top of the Lullaby's thighs and onto his hips, greedy for every touch of him he can get - at the same time, more hands press against the scar tissue on Remi's chest and start to stroke out a needy rhythm against his cock. Ronin's projection leans into the kiss, the hot press of his tongue deliberately slow even as the real thing isn't nearly as patient.
"You already make me feel good," he whispers, fingers tightening against his cock. "You have no idea how much I want you - always." Though Remi might well have an idea, because even through feelings that couldn't help but be thorny in the wake of their current situation, there's a roar of something bright and hot behind it, a solar flare of desperate need that hides a love for the alchemist that goes bone deep.
"Kiss me," the projection murmurs, though he nods down at himself on the bed, as if to say that me. "I want you from behind, but I want to see you as well."
"You already make me feel good," he whispers, fingers tightening against his cock. "You have no idea how much I want you - always." Though Remi might well have an idea, because even through feelings that couldn't help but be thorny in the wake of their current situation, there's a roar of something bright and hot behind it, a solar flare of desperate need that hides a love for the alchemist that goes bone deep.
"Kiss me," the projection murmurs, though he nods down at himself on the bed, as if to say that me. "I want you from behind, but I want to see you as well."
show me your darkness.
