Re: log: louis and ren
Louis could relate. The fact of it was evident in his expression as Ren recalled the way the man had made him feel at his best. "You miss what was good about being with him," he said. "There's always something, in my experience. If there wasn't, we wouldn't stay with those people. You would leave at the first sign of trouble, if they never talked about love, or made you laugh. Or the sex wasn't good," he added, a little dry. It was true enough, though, and it wasn't as if it wasn't a very real motivation.
Louis kissed him, and he enjoyed the full crash of want that washed through the kiss. It was one of the very few benefits to Desire's occupation. No kiss was just a kiss - a kiss was contact with the energy of wanting that fed the entity inside him, and it overwhelmed him, a little. When Ren pulled back, he had to catch his breath. There were spots of color in his cheeks. "Heavens," he murmured, eyes hooded. "I might just blush."