I swear I still believe but I don't know
It’s the dance of predator and prey within Remi that Ronin loves best; not knowing whether he’s going to hear a gasping moan or a warning rumble in the midst of their passions, it sets him on fire with lust. Indeed, what may sometimes be considered competitive is this time a welcome display of strength, Ronin’s breath hitching as he’s moved so effortlessly until their roles are reversed. To want and be wanted, watch Remi through hooded blue eyes as he settles between his legs - Ronin isn’t complaining.
Far from it, in fact; no sooner is the tension relieved as Remi finally frees his erection when he’s winding him up all over again. ”Ah—!” The Star braces a hand against his husband’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut at the prick of claws against his inner thighs, at the flick of a hot tongue against the rock hard length of him. Lips parting, Ronin tilts his head back, unsure if he’s trying to catch his breath or if he’s just lost in what’s happening.
Far from it, in fact; no sooner is the tension relieved as Remi finally frees his erection when he’s winding him up all over again. ”Ah—!” The Star braces a hand against his husband’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut at the prick of claws against his inner thighs, at the flick of a hot tongue against the rock hard length of him. Lips parting, Ronin tilts his head back, unsure if he’s trying to catch his breath or if he’s just lost in what’s happening.
the dark star
