RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Lost in the illusion they are painting behind their eyelids, the Taliesins will discover - likely some time tomorrow, actually - that they are very, very lucky in a lot of ways. Given that their table is tucked away in the corner, they're out of sight, out of mind for much of the party. Combined with some very questionable dancing between Ancients and Halovians, along with Mateo and Paige causing an impromptu rave, and they're about to get away with this scot free.
One of them is, anyway.
Prompted by his husband's words vibrating through his mind, Ronin becomes painfully aware that he's left wanting, and though he absolutely hates the idea of it, lust and need drag his attention back to the present. Forcing his hand to slow it's teasing of the front of Remi's pants, it's with a rough nip to the Lullaby's jawline that he pulls away.
"Outside. Now," he half growls, before they really do fuck on the table and Flora's opening night becomes memorable for all of the wrong reasons.
One of them is, anyway.
Prompted by his husband's words vibrating through his mind, Ronin becomes painfully aware that he's left wanting, and though he absolutely hates the idea of it, lust and need drag his attention back to the present. Forcing his hand to slow it's teasing of the front of Remi's pants, it's with a rough nip to the Lullaby's jawline that he pulls away.
"Outside. Now," he half growls, before they really do fuck on the table and Flora's opening night becomes memorable for all of the wrong reasons.
show me your darkness.
