RONIN
the dark star
"I really wouldn't be surprised. Have you met us?" Ronin murmurs, though the smirk that's trying to creep across his face is wiped away by the teasing flick of Remi's tongue, and a moan rumbles up in his throat as his words are stolen by a kiss that's echoed by the pressure of the other man's hips against his own. Already his pants are growing tight, and it's going to be a very difficult thing to step back from this precipice. Someone really ought to do something.
"Listen," he protests, breaking the kiss to smile charmingly at his husband, even as his hand whispers down the length of Remi's torso to tease around his crotch, "we have done stranger things and you know it. Fuck it though, we'll blame ghosts." He leans in to steal another kiss, before his brow furrows suddenly. "Were there any ghosts?"
"Listen," he protests, breaking the kiss to smile charmingly at his husband, even as his hand whispers down the length of Remi's torso to tease around his crotch, "we have done stranger things and you know it. Fuck it though, we'll blame ghosts." He leans in to steal another kiss, before his brow furrows suddenly. "Were there any ghosts?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
