RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Given all of their recent hookups, it isn't a new thing for Ronin to find himself between the musician's legs, though this is the first time in his apartment. Either way, whatever Bandcamp's opinion's on this warmup act, he certainly doesn't see or hear any objections, and it's with a hum of approval at the fingers in his hair that he reaches out to grip the base of the cock on offer (sproing notwithstanding).
Leaning in, it might seem that Ronin pauses just to be a literal cocktease, but in reality his whiskey addled mind is just taking advantage of this new viewpoint. Blue eyes rake up the length of a body marked by ink and illustration, up to a halo of curls and eyes that shouldn't really be that green in a place like NYC. With a stuttered breath he remembers himself, leaning in to swirl his tongue around the head of Remi's cock, before taking him into his mouth entirely.
Which is about the time there's a heavy knock at the door behind them. And thank fuck, Ronin doesn't bite down in his surprise.
Leaning in, it might seem that Ronin pauses just to be a literal cocktease, but in reality his whiskey addled mind is just taking advantage of this new viewpoint. Blue eyes rake up the length of a body marked by ink and illustration, up to a halo of curls and eyes that shouldn't really be that green in a place like NYC. With a stuttered breath he remembers himself, leaning in to swirl his tongue around the head of Remi's cock, before taking him into his mouth entirely.
Which is about the time there's a heavy knock at the door behind them. And thank fuck, Ronin doesn't bite down in his surprise.
show me your darkness.
