RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin relishes those few moments (minutes, hours, years) where there's just the sound of their breathing and the aftershocks of bliss that seem to spark through his body at random intervals, Remi's arms still locked around him, sweat glittering on his skin. And as they come around enough for the mechanic to notice the kisses pressed against his shoulder, he feels a smile spreading across his lips, his grip against the headboard growing slack. "Fuck," he rumbles in agreement, glancing over his shoulder and offering a warm smile.
"Mm, that sounds good," he says of the shower, and were it not for the positioning he might have leant in for a lazy kiss; he and Remi have graduated from one-night-stand status to after-sex affection, though he's not quite sure when. "Do you want me to order food afterwards? I saved a couple of those places we ordered from before."
"Mm, that sounds good," he says of the shower, and were it not for the positioning he might have leant in for a lazy kiss; he and Remi have graduated from one-night-stand status to after-sex affection, though he's not quite sure when. "Do you want me to order food afterwards? I saved a couple of those places we ordered from before."
show me your darkness.
