RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The tidal wave of emotion that comes flooding out of the alchemist has Ronin's hips arching upwards of their own accord, and the hand that isn't buried in his husband's curls strays instantly lower, gathering them both up so he might stroke out a frenetic rhythm. "I love you too--" he manages, just about, caught in a wash of seaglass green and leaning up to steal a hasty kiss between sips of breath. His projection is relentless above them, dragging a moan out from Ronin's throat that will vibrate against Remi's lips, and his climax begins to fizz and crackle up the backs of his thighs.
"God's, I'm gonna--" He doesn't even have time to finish the thought, let alone the sentence; the Star doesn't know if it technically counts as cumming twice, but the intensity of his orgasm like this is enough to render him utterly senseless. His fingers tighten hard in the back of Remi's curls, head tilting up as the world turns to static. It hits him again and again, and riding it through is as much torture as it is pleasure. Because it feels like it has snuck up on him, he feels like he wants more, though there's no doubt about it that Ronin is utterly spent after this.
"God's, I'm gonna--" He doesn't even have time to finish the thought, let alone the sentence; the Star doesn't know if it technically counts as cumming twice, but the intensity of his orgasm like this is enough to render him utterly senseless. His fingers tighten hard in the back of Remi's curls, head tilting up as the world turns to static. It hits him again and again, and riding it through is as much torture as it is pleasure. Because it feels like it has snuck up on him, he feels like he wants more, though there's no doubt about it that Ronin is utterly spent after this.
show me your darkness.
