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[he watches him for the moment, thumb idly tapping his phone screen, though following that remark, he doesn't resist smirking faintly and shaking his head.]
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
[of course he is, it's just particular moments where it hits better with baby.]
Sure. What have we got? [he's quickly finishing up the order, setting it for delivery and hitting βsendβ before setting the phone aside. afterward, his arms tuck loosely across his chest, fingertips rubbing at his arms.]
Sure. What have we got? [he's quickly finishing up the order, setting it for delivery and hitting βsendβ before setting the phone aside. afterward, his arms tuck loosely across his chest, fingertips rubbing at his arms.]
[ He abandons his guard duty on the sink in favor of dropping to his knees to look through the cabinets, reaching deep inside, groping for the bottles he knows are there. Plenty of soju, and plenty of flavored vodka. Cherry, vanilla, blue raspberry, mango... Who bought all this shit? ]
Take your pick. There's plenty.
Take your pick. There's plenty.
[and that's when baby decides to sneak a peek, his head turning in the direction of the sink, his features briefly twisting at the sight. damn, that really is a mess, isn't it? it's fine, something for future baby and romance to worry about, not something to focus on right now. instead, he downturns then crouches beside him, considering what bottles they have in the cabinet.]
Blue raspberry sounds kinda good.
Blue raspberry sounds kinda good.
( x )
[ Mystery crowds in closer, gets a hold of him to the point that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Romance is lifting a brow; maybe he isn't the only needy one of the group. ]
I'd like that. [ He pauses, takes another deep breath of Mystery's hair. ] Are...you alright?
[ Mystery crowds in closer, gets a hold of him to the point that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Romance is lifting a brow; maybe he isn't the only needy one of the group. ]
I'd like that. [ He pauses, takes another deep breath of Mystery's hair. ] Are...you alright?
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[to be fair, romance could probably escape by teleporting, but why would he want to do that? and no, he definitely isn't the only needy one. mystery is just very careful about who he's needy with and romance is the lucky subject.
he nods slightly, trying to keep his breathing steady.] Just. Don't let me go.
he nods slightly, trying to keep his breathing steady.] Just. Don't let me go.
[ Mystery is indeed a mystery, a confusing little demon that Romance has claimed and no, he will not be letting go. His grip tightens around him, holding him close and making no move to pull back or escape. ]
I won't, Mystery. [ He rests his cheek against his head, eyes closing, rocking them ever so slightly. ]
Is something wrong...?
I won't, Mystery. [ He rests his cheek against his head, eyes closing, rocking them ever so slightly. ]
Is something wrong...?
[really living up to his name without even trying too hard here. when romance grips him tighter, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, his fingers flexing on romance's shoulders, the press of painted nails a silent plea.
they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
I should have asked you to come.
they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
I should have asked you to come.
[ he sure is.
He tips his head a fraction, gives Mystery room to do as he pleases. His arm around Mystery's waist stays where it is, his other hand reaching, sliding a hand up Mystery's back to rest between his shoulder blades, thumb rubbing over his shirt. ]
It's alright, Mystery. Really. [ A light kiss to his temple. ] Next time.
He tips his head a fraction, gives Mystery room to do as he pleases. His arm around Mystery's waist stays where it is, his other hand reaching, sliding a hand up Mystery's back to rest between his shoulder blades, thumb rubbing over his shirt. ]
It's alright, Mystery. Really. [ A light kiss to his temple. ] Next time.
[he breathes another sigh, this one a little softer, slower. he doesn't want to pull away, but it feels like he's being too much again, and he isn't sure how to deal with that, particularly when romance is comforting him. ultimately, his head does lift and he pulls back just enough so he can look at him, one hand lifting to drift along his cheek.]
Next time, [he assures.] I promise.
Next time, [he assures.] I promise.
[ He's not the one who just ate someone who wrote bad poetry, so...perspective.
He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]
He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]
[yeah, he's still kind of thinking about that, too. not as much as he was but.
mystery blinks lightly following the kiss to his palm, the tips of his ears pinkening at such a sweet gesture, but he lets his hand linger near romance's cheek, fingertips brushing every now and then. if he's allowed to have it, romance is as well. as for if it will sour, well... mystery has no reason to let it.]
Okay. [then he pulls back, just so he can see where he's going, one arm staying wrapped around romance's waist as he guides them along to his room.]
mystery blinks lightly following the kiss to his palm, the tips of his ears pinkening at such a sweet gesture, but he lets his hand linger near romance's cheek, fingertips brushing every now and then. if he's allowed to have it, romance is as well. as for if it will sour, well... mystery has no reason to let it.]
Okay. [then he pulls back, just so he can see where he's going, one arm staying wrapped around romance's waist as he guides them along to his room.]
[ It should probably alarm him, but also...they're demons, soooo. meh. Romance doesn't feel bad. He'll only feel bad if it genuinely freaked Mystery out.
He stays pressed close, arm also slipped around him, letting his head rest on Mystery's shoulder as they move. Once in and that door shut, he'll wrap him up again, pull him into a devastating kiss. ]
He stays pressed close, arm also slipped around him, letting his head rest on Mystery's shoulder as they move. Once in and that door shut, he'll wrap him up again, pull him into a devastating kiss. ]
[maybe a little, but mystery isn't nearly freaked out enough for it to matter, just a little regretful; the person didn't seem like he was being rude, after all, even though romance insists he was being disrespectful. he will simply force himself to understand that to the best of his ability.
it feels nice, having romance's head on his shoulder, though it feels even better to be kissing him. he lets one hand drift into romance's hair, fingers sliding easily through the strands, his lips parting without hesitation so he can coax him into a deeper kiss.]
it feels nice, having romance's head on his shoulder, though it feels even better to be kissing him. he lets one hand drift into romance's hair, fingers sliding easily through the strands, his lips parting without hesitation so he can coax him into a deeper kiss.]
[ Not the best takeaway there, babes.
Romance's kiss is deep and hungry, and he's backing Mystery up towards the bed, a hand on his back and one gripping his ass. He didn't necessarily expect to get frisky, but he can't help what he is and Mystery is so utterly kissable. ]
Romance's kiss is deep and hungry, and he's backing Mystery up towards the bed, a hand on his back and one gripping his ass. He didn't necessarily expect to get frisky, but he can't help what he is and Mystery is so utterly kissable. ]
[perhaps not, but he's sticking to it, regardless.
his hand in romance's hair lowers, resting against his shoulder while the opposite arm hooks around him, holding them together despite the fact he's being backed up toward the bed. once he reaches it, he lets himself sit, his hand curling in romance's shirt and pulling him down as well. it's fine, he didn't expect it either, but he's certainly not complaining.]
his hand in romance's hair lowers, resting against his shoulder while the opposite arm hooks around him, holding them together despite the fact he's being backed up toward the bed. once he reaches it, he lets himself sit, his hand curling in romance's shirt and pulling him down as well. it's fine, he didn't expect it either, but he's certainly not complaining.]
[once romance is resting in his lap, mystery moves both arms to settle around his waist, a soft little hum passing his lips at the nip. something sweet? hmmm.]
Ah... Baby did share some jelly candies with me earlier.
Ah... Baby did share some jelly candies with me earlier.
[definitely better than where he was earlier, surrounded by people that didn't matter. here, with romance in his lap, he feels something, something indescribable and warm and reassuring. he chuckles softly, leaning to rest their foreheads together.]
You think I taste sweet?
You think I taste sweet?
[well, whatever he's doing that makes him taste sweet, he'll keep doing it, even though it amuses him to no end that romance thinks he's sweet of all things.
and if he can make romance at least try, that's something, isn't it?]
I'm glad you like it.
and if he can make romance at least try, that's something, isn't it?]
I'm glad you like it.
[ It's...something, sure. He can make an effort, anyway. Not that he'll be successful, but it's the thought that counts. ]
More than like it. [ He's leaning in again, licking at Mystery's lips, dropping a hand to slide it around his waist and slip up the back of his shirt. ]
More than like it. [ He's leaning in again, licking at Mystery's lips, dropping a hand to slide it around his waist and slip up the back of his shirt. ]
[yeah, it definitely is, and mystery will appreciate it either way, even though he thinks romance can do no wrong.
he hums a delighted little sound, tilting to meet romance with ease, his mouth opening as soon as they're together so he can let romance delve in as he likes, the sensation of his hand moving up his shirt causing him to shiver faintly.]
he hums a delighted little sound, tilting to meet romance with ease, his mouth opening as soon as they're together so he can let romance delve in as he likes, the sensation of his hand moving up his shirt causing him to shiver faintly.]
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