RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Once upon a time?" Ronin whispers, his words warped by the smile on his lips. "You are still a charming if not incredibly awkward alchemist to me. Maybe you ought to practice it in front of other people more often." Not because it might help Remi ease back into being social - though if that's a happy side effect, so be it - no, Ronin just wants to watch the Lullaby interact with others. He wants the sort of smile that only shows one dimple, wants the way he bites at the inside of his cheek when he's deep in thought or the way his eyebrows pinch together when he's puzzled.
And of course it's true that Ronin gets all of that already, but there's something more about seeing it as an outsider that makes the Supernova all the more possessive over his husband, the good traits and the bad. Before he can try to wrap any of these thoughts up in pretty words, however, it appears that possessiveness is a vice they both share, and his breath stutters in his chest as he's caught by Remi's fingers, his jaw feathering beneath the firm touch as his tongue fights to respond to the challenge his husband throws out.
Why don't you be the tease sends a bolt of dark desire directly up through the base of his spine and into his throat, Ronin teasing his teeth against Remi's lower lip, even as his hand is guided against the growing arousal hidden by the position of the table. "It would be my pleasure," he hisses, and while it most certainly looks as though the Taliesins are enjoying a drunken makeout session - which, who isn't at this point - the Supernova has no qualms in dialling it up a notch.
The flat of his palm presses hard against his lover's caged erection, even as he flutters soft kisses across the corner of Remi's mouth, and it's with deft fingers that he tries to create as much friction through clothing that the Lullaby can bear. It's far from his first rodeo, and if teasing isn't enough, he's fairly confident he can sneak in a happy ending without anyone noticing.
And of course it's true that Ronin gets all of that already, but there's something more about seeing it as an outsider that makes the Supernova all the more possessive over his husband, the good traits and the bad. Before he can try to wrap any of these thoughts up in pretty words, however, it appears that possessiveness is a vice they both share, and his breath stutters in his chest as he's caught by Remi's fingers, his jaw feathering beneath the firm touch as his tongue fights to respond to the challenge his husband throws out.
Why don't you be the tease sends a bolt of dark desire directly up through the base of his spine and into his throat, Ronin teasing his teeth against Remi's lower lip, even as his hand is guided against the growing arousal hidden by the position of the table. "It would be my pleasure," he hisses, and while it most certainly looks as though the Taliesins are enjoying a drunken makeout session - which, who isn't at this point - the Supernova has no qualms in dialling it up a notch.
The flat of his palm presses hard against his lover's caged erection, even as he flutters soft kisses across the corner of Remi's mouth, and it's with deft fingers that he tries to create as much friction through clothing that the Lullaby can bear. It's far from his first rodeo, and if teasing isn't enough, he's fairly confident he can sneak in a happy ending without anyone noticing.
show me your darkness.
