RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"It's that old Irish charm, I'm told," Ronin murmurs, his smile suddenly boyish and quietly pleased, as if he's only just realising what's happened and what it means. "We'll start with teaching me coffee. That'll take me long enough to get right, if your standards are anything to go by." He wants to grin, but his lips are suddenly very occupied, and he's not complaining about it at all. He's already in agreement with Remi - his boyfriend-kisses are better than his fuck buddy-kisses, and when he draws back it's only enough to be able to speak.
"Well your fiance can wait her turn, because I already agreed to stay over," he says, kissing the corner of Remi's mouth while his free hand ghosts across his shoulder and down over his chest, as if finally given permission to check all the places where machines had been monitoring him. "I didn't look at anything, by the way," he murmurs, as if it needs saying. "It really was just cleaning."
"Well your fiance can wait her turn, because I already agreed to stay over," he says, kissing the corner of Remi's mouth while his free hand ghosts across his shoulder and down over his chest, as if finally given permission to check all the places where machines had been monitoring him. "I didn't look at anything, by the way," he murmurs, as if it needs saying. "It really was just cleaning."
show me your darkness.
