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[Romance's frustration with him is far more fun than it should be, rather enjoying how he blusters and complains and hisses--but doesn't end up kicking him out. No, the reward seems worth the journey, Abby relenting and allowing him to slide down just enough for the full head of his cock to press inside.
His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]
His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]
[ The head slides in and it earns Abby a choked gasp, a twist of Romance's pretty face into something feral with a flash of teeth as he glares down at Abby.
That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?
That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?
[Abby wasn't exactly prepared for Romance's agitation to turn into teasing, failing to bite back a moan as the other demon rolls and pulls with his trim hips, demanding a response. His grip slips just a little, enough for Romance to sink just a bit further down, sending another obvious ripple of tension through Abby's muscles.
He'd been so pleased with himself, being so forceful and in control on top the previous night, but he'd given Romance the leverage this time and was paying for it. Not that there was a single thing to complain about, he got what he wanted either way, goosebumps prickling where that lone finger traces down his body.
At one point he wondered how a demon doing something like being romantic could ever be a threat, but he's learning today. Being taught that some sensations, some sights, could be worth losing one's soul for.]
You're just-- Nnh-! [An obscene groan while attempting to reply--a damning thing, composure rapidly fraying, his grip on Romance not nearly as tight. Abby is being read like a book and he needs to decide whether to embrace it or feign stoicism.
The choice isn't as hard as one might think, golden eyes rolling back in ecstasy, grip loose enough that Romance could sink down, take as much as he craved.]
He'd been so pleased with himself, being so forceful and in control on top the previous night, but he'd given Romance the leverage this time and was paying for it. Not that there was a single thing to complain about, he got what he wanted either way, goosebumps prickling where that lone finger traces down his body.
At one point he wondered how a demon doing something like being romantic could ever be a threat, but he's learning today. Being taught that some sensations, some sights, could be worth losing one's soul for.]
You're just-- Nnh-! [An obscene groan while attempting to reply--a damning thing, composure rapidly fraying, his grip on Romance not nearly as tight. Abby is being read like a book and he needs to decide whether to embrace it or feign stoicism.
The choice isn't as hard as one might think, golden eyes rolling back in ecstasy, grip loose enough that Romance could sink down, take as much as he craved.]
[ When you can't beat them, play the game against them. Or something like that.
Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abby’s composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
You’re all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.
Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abby’s composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
You’re all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.
[Darling.
Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]
Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]
Yes, yes I am. [ Romance breathes, hand sliding into Abby's hair, tangling in raspberry strands, too gentle to be called anything other than what it is - intimate.
He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abby’s hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didn’t mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.
He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abby’s hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didn’t mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.
[Romance's voice alone could ruin Abby, gazing up at the other demon like he were a succubus intent on draining his energy, to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams, to ruin him for anyone else.
Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]
Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]
[ If there's anything Romance can probably succeed at, it's that. He's well versed in ruining people in many ways, and if he can destroy Abby's preferences for anyone else until the end of time...
Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. He’s careful not to break skin — barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, he’s still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-
Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. He’s careful not to break skin — barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, he’s still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-
[sometimes, mystery isn't quite sure what to do when things like this happen. his heartbeat skips, but instead of letting it distract him, he surges forward, catches romance's mouth in another kiss after those teeth find his lower lip, then he draws back with a huff, both of his hands sliding up romance's back to grip his shirt.]
And you take my breath away.
And you take my breath away.
[ Romance thinks its fairly obvious what should be done, but in case Mystery is wondering, he stays pressed close, a little rock of his hips as he drapes himself all over Mystery. ]
I'll take good care of it, then. [ He reaches up, traces a fingertip down Mystery's cheek, over the line of his jaw. He's going to keep you. ]
I'll take good care of it, then. [ He reaches up, traces a fingertip down Mystery's cheek, over the line of his jaw. He's going to keep you. ]
[his hands immediately drop to romance's hips, fingers gripping tight as he rolls up to meet the motion, another breath catching in his throat when he does. he knows he probably looks like a gaping fish out of water, but he doesn't care— he's just too enthralled with romance to be bothered by it.]
Do you promise? [mystery leans into the touch with a soft, breathy little noise, his eyes sinking shut. clearly, he wants to be kept, if his attempt at pressing impossibly closer is any indication.]
Do you promise? [mystery leans into the touch with a soft, breathy little noise, his eyes sinking shut. clearly, he wants to be kept, if his attempt at pressing impossibly closer is any indication.]
[ He looks beautiful, in Romance's very professional opinion. Lovely as sin. ]
I promise. [ He brushes his thumb over Mystery's lips, slow and sweeping, tipping his head to study him before leaning in to murmur in Mystery's ear (wherever it is). ] For as long as you let me.
[ or, you know. longer. because he's crazy and won't let go easy. ]
I promise. [ He brushes his thumb over Mystery's lips, slow and sweeping, tipping his head to study him before leaning in to murmur in Mystery's ear (wherever it is). ] For as long as you let me.
[ or, you know. longer. because he's crazy and won't let go easy. ]
[oh, he's turned on alright. he's also trying not to expire in the middle of this store—]
Well, it's working.
Do you want this danish or not?
Well, it's working.
Do you want this danish or not?
[funny, he was going to say the same for romance, even though he thinks he's prettier than he is.
mystery exhales a breath against romance's thumb, his head tilting down slightly, his attention lowering as well, at least until romance moves to murmur in his ear. he swallows hard, flexes his hands on romance's hips then moves them up his back again, reaching until he can clasp his shoulders and hold on tight.] For however long you want me.
[which he has no idea how long that might last? people usually grow tired of him after a while and he's accepted that; it'd be far more surprising to have someone who will stay.]
mystery exhales a breath against romance's thumb, his head tilting down slightly, his attention lowering as well, at least until romance moves to murmur in his ear. he swallows hard, flexes his hands on romance's hips then moves them up his back again, reaching until he can clasp his shoulders and hold on tight.] For however long you want me.
[which he has no idea how long that might last? people usually grow tired of him after a while and he's accepted that; it'd be far more surprising to have someone who will stay.]
[ His hand slides from Mystery's cheek through his hair to cup the back of his head, winding strands around his fingers to gently grip. A slight turn of his head has him pressing lips to Mystery's hair, a soft puff of warm breath slipping from between his lips.
He's going to be surprised when Romance is crawling all over him until the day they go to die. ]
He's going to be surprised when Romance is crawling all over him until the day they go to die. ]
[Even if Romance's talons did break skin, Abby was way too far gone to care. As long as it was Romance touching him, he might allow anything--which was the sentiment fogging every single thought he tried to muster up, utterly consumed.
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be alone in that. Romance bent over him, gazing into his eyes, pleading for him to come back, to promise that this will happen again and again. Abby can't control himself, he surges forward, capturing Romance's lips in a passionate kiss.
It feels like so long ago he was mass texting pictures of his abdomen to everyone else, Romance's singular reply leading them to this point. He might pat himself on the back for that forever.
As it stands, he's moaning into Romance's mouth, matching the pumping of his fingers to the roll of his hips. Using nearly every muscle in his body to hit just the right angle, hold him just-so-- If Romance is in fact going to ruin him for anyone else, then he may as well ruin Romance as thoroughly as he possibly can in return.]
Mmnh, that's my good boy...
[Not immune to his own games, Abby throbbed noticeably, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he abruptly slowed the pace. Breathing ragged, he was doing his level best not to come first, for whatever competitive reason.]
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be alone in that. Romance bent over him, gazing into his eyes, pleading for him to come back, to promise that this will happen again and again. Abby can't control himself, he surges forward, capturing Romance's lips in a passionate kiss.
It feels like so long ago he was mass texting pictures of his abdomen to everyone else, Romance's singular reply leading them to this point. He might pat himself on the back for that forever.
As it stands, he's moaning into Romance's mouth, matching the pumping of his fingers to the roll of his hips. Using nearly every muscle in his body to hit just the right angle, hold him just-so-- If Romance is in fact going to ruin him for anyone else, then he may as well ruin Romance as thoroughly as he possibly can in return.]
Mmnh, that's my good boy...
[Not immune to his own games, Abby throbbed noticeably, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he abruptly slowed the pace. Breathing ragged, he was doing his level best not to come first, for whatever competitive reason.]
[he stays very still for the moment, probably stiller than is necessary, but he doesn't want to disturb whatever it is romance is doing. those fingers grip his hair and he holds his breath, curling his fingers in romance's shirt, an exhale following his once he's realized that romance is just. holding him? like it's the only thing he'll ever do again.
and yes, he will be thoroughly surprised when that happens and completely heartbroken when they're torn apart.]
and yes, he will be thoroughly surprised when that happens and completely heartbroken when they're torn apart.]
[no, it doesn't make him expire, but it very nearly makes him whine, which he has to smother with his free hand before it escapes.]
You're in my room. [wonderful observation, buddy.]
Just
Wait for me a little longer, okay? I'll be right there.
You're in my room. [wonderful observation, buddy.]
Just
Wait for me a little longer, okay? I'll be right there.
Absolutely.
[take his time??? oh no, he's definitely stuffing this danish into a little paper bag and teleporting the fuck out of the store and he does not care; romance is waiting for him in his bed and that's what really matters here.]
I won't make you wait forever.
[take his time??? oh no, he's definitely stuffing this danish into a little paper bag and teleporting the fuck out of the store and he does not care; romance is waiting for him in his bed and that's what really matters here.]
I won't make you wait forever.
[ Romance is only holding him like the treasure he is, curling his hand around the back of his head, sliding an arm around his waist, pressing their heads together. Mystery is his precious jewel, and deserves to be treated as such.
Hence the soul eating. How dare that fool read bad poetry to his diamond? He deserved what he got. ]
Hence the soul eating. How dare that fool read bad poetry to his diamond? He deserved what he got. ]
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