RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Huffing like he's genuinely upset that he can't dip his nipple into molten sugar, Ronin lowers the heat and continues stirring slowly as he turns to sample some of the mixture from Remi's pinky. He mmmm!s his approval, nodding to his husband and turning back to the pan, before stepping to the side to let Remi start to roll the candy into pieces. Sugar, of course, is on hand to make sure he doesn't burn his fingers.
"I'm not sure it was from your box," Ronin murmurs. "It looked... well. It didn't look like a teenager did it," he says, not wanting to say like one of Molly's girls did it even though that's the most likely explanation.
As for the drugs? "I haven't seen anything that suggests he's doing them yet. Making them, I can't be so sure," he admits. "We've never had that talk, have we, about drug safety?" Sex, absolutely. But of course Mateo is finding new ground.
Nibbling at the inside of his cheek, Ronin nods gently. "I think he'd feel like we were spying if Oria went with him. But Then again, this is Mateo. So maybe he'd enjoy it."
"I'm not sure it was from your box," Ronin murmurs. "It looked... well. It didn't look like a teenager did it," he says, not wanting to say like one of Molly's girls did it even though that's the most likely explanation.
As for the drugs? "I haven't seen anything that suggests he's doing them yet. Making them, I can't be so sure," he admits. "We've never had that talk, have we, about drug safety?" Sex, absolutely. But of course Mateo is finding new ground.
Nibbling at the inside of his cheek, Ronin nods gently. "I think he'd feel like we were spying if Oria went with him. But Then again, this is Mateo. So maybe he'd enjoy it."
show me your darkness.
