RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Listen, Remi hisses to him, and so Ronin absolutely does, only for his husband to pull out the dirtiest trick in the book. Breath hitching in a shaky inhale, the Supernova does his best to watch the crowd rather than imagine the what the music rolling from his husband's tongue would sound like from between his legs, or muffled by the press of a mattress. The travelling tongue is to Ronin what an antidote is to poison; providing, of course, that said antidote also made one horny and impulsive.
"Starting rumours, now? And you said you weren't practiced in the art of being social," he drawls, and though the words still make sense, the low rumble of the Supernova's voice indicates that his attention is only half there at best. Indeed, now it's Ronin's turn to perform his best impression of The Witcher, because although he really does care about Remi's feelings on their son's recreational decisions, the Lullaby has just raised the stakes beyond a point where he can keep up.
As a result, while the way Remi turns towards him might very well be sudden to all those watching (and shame on them for spying if so), Ronin makes it seem like a well choreographed dance with how he melts into the kiss pressed to his lips. He doesn't quite pull the Lullaby into his lap, and the moan that thrums from his throat is lost in the crowd and the music, but he's no less enthusiastic for his relative self-control.
"Gods, you're a fucking tease." He grins.
"Starting rumours, now? And you said you weren't practiced in the art of being social," he drawls, and though the words still make sense, the low rumble of the Supernova's voice indicates that his attention is only half there at best. Indeed, now it's Ronin's turn to perform his best impression of The Witcher, because although he really does care about Remi's feelings on their son's recreational decisions, the Lullaby has just raised the stakes beyond a point where he can keep up.
As a result, while the way Remi turns towards him might very well be sudden to all those watching (and shame on them for spying if so), Ronin makes it seem like a well choreographed dance with how he melts into the kiss pressed to his lips. He doesn't quite pull the Lullaby into his lap, and the moan that thrums from his throat is lost in the crowd and the music, but he's no less enthusiastic for his relative self-control.
"Gods, you're a fucking tease." He grins.
show me your darkness.
