RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi’s kiss steals his breath, Ronin’s fingers slipping down to squeeze his ass and the backs of his thighs, trying desperately to encourage him closer. Growling a curse against the Lullaby’s tongue, it’s impossible to try and stay focused with the other man’s hand stroking out a tight rhythm against the constraints of his pants, leaving Ronin reeling. ”It’s a dream,” he moans, unable and unwilling to hide the sound of his enjoyment. ”It can feel however you want it to feel.”
He’s neither encouraging nor trying to discourage, exactly, Ronin merely pointing out that in a place where anything is possible, things like not having tried it before don’t really matter. ”Gods, as long as you keep touching me, I really don’t mind.” The Star lets out a shaky laugh, nipping at Remi’s lower lip.
He’s neither encouraging nor trying to discourage, exactly, Ronin merely pointing out that in a place where anything is possible, things like not having tried it before don’t really matter. ”Gods, as long as you keep touching me, I really don’t mind.” The Star lets out a shaky laugh, nipping at Remi’s lower lip.
show me your darkness.
