RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"You have me," Ronin whispers, leaning up to meet the alchemist in kisses that feel much more romantic than any others they've exchanged so far. "And I have you. It's all I want. It's all I'll ever want." Even as he speaks, the words mumbled between kisses, both Remi and his projection are shifting and manoeuvring until Ronin's breath hitches, his hips grinding up to meet the delicious pressure provided by the other man. And at the same time he enters the alchemist from behind, a sensation that leaves the Star overwhelmed and unable to speak.
So he doesn't try, reaching up to bury gentle fingers in messy curls; Ronin's touches are soft, delicate almost - and completely at odds with his projection. The pace his astral counterpart sets is nothing short of ravenous, his thrusts deep and fast and hard as if to make up for every second of teasing over the past however long. And so it's with sweet hands and a greedy rhythm that the Star climbs towards his orgasm, surprised by how close he is already.
So he doesn't try, reaching up to bury gentle fingers in messy curls; Ronin's touches are soft, delicate almost - and completely at odds with his projection. The pace his astral counterpart sets is nothing short of ravenous, his thrusts deep and fast and hard as if to make up for every second of teasing over the past however long. And so it's with sweet hands and a greedy rhythm that the Star climbs towards his orgasm, surprised by how close he is already.
show me your darkness.
