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[as he should be, honestly. mystery didn't think he could get so wound up from a couple of pictures, but wow, romance sure proved him wrong.]
I'm almost there.
[seriously though, it takes him about three whole minutes to get back and he doesn't even hesitate to teleport into his room, falling back against the door, a little disoriented and breathing heavy, but that doesn't matter. his attention is immediately on romance and, if it weren't for his hair covering his face like always, the wild look in his eyes would be very visible.
he makes his way over to the bed, doing his best not to stumble, one hand planting on the edge of it to balance himself out as he offers the little package for romance to take.]
I'm almost there.
[seriously though, it takes him about three whole minutes to get back and he doesn't even hesitate to teleport into his room, falling back against the door, a little disoriented and breathing heavy, but that doesn't matter. his attention is immediately on romance and, if it weren't for his hair covering his face like always, the wild look in his eyes would be very visible.
he makes his way over to the bed, doing his best not to stumble, one hand planting on the edge of it to balance himself out as he offers the little package for romance to take.]
[a slow, measured sigh leaves him and he moves to bury his face into romance's neck, warmth flooding throughout his entire body. he doesn't fully understand why romance chose him of all people, but he's not going to question that out loud or anything, not when it could be such a fragile thing, barely held together by the tiniest threads. romance matters to him so much, it aches.
and maybe some poor fool got eaten for it, sure, that doesn't mean mystery is ever going to wonder what this is, no matter how wild things might get.]
and maybe some poor fool got eaten for it, sure, that doesn't mean mystery is ever going to wonder what this is, no matter how wild things might get.]
[ Mystery porting in and hitting the door with a soft this isn’t even that shocking. Romance knows what kind of effect he can have on people, and mystery seems particularly susceptible for some reason.
Maybe it’s why it’s such fun to tease. ]
Thank you, Mystery.
[ He’s going to set it on the side table for a moment so it doesn’t get knocked out of his hands, beckoning Mystery into bed. ]
It’s no fun if I’m alone over here. Come.
Maybe it’s why it’s such fun to tease. ]
Thank you, Mystery.
[ He’s going to set it on the side table for a moment so it doesn’t get knocked out of his hands, beckoning Mystery into bed. ]
It’s no fun if I’m alone over here. Come.
[for some reason. maybe it's because romance constantly looks like a delectable snack? especially when he's sitting in his bed amongst his blankets like he belongs there. he's still breathing heavy, fingers cinching around the bedspread, his heart jackhammering against his ribs like it'll burst free at any moment.
sure, maybe it makes him easier to tease, but it also makes him more responsive.]
You're welcome.
[his voice is slightly strained, edging on whining when he's urged to come closer. he hurriedly toes his shoes off and climbs further up the bed, all but collapsing into romance's lap, both arms circling his midsection, his forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder.
mystery begins pressing kisses to romance's collarbones and chest, a soft little sigh passing his lips afterward.] I hope you like it.
sure, maybe it makes him easier to tease, but it also makes him more responsive.]
You're welcome.
[his voice is slightly strained, edging on whining when he's urged to come closer. he hurriedly toes his shoes off and climbs further up the bed, all but collapsing into romance's lap, both arms circling his midsection, his forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder.
mystery begins pressing kisses to romance's collarbones and chest, a soft little sigh passing his lips afterward.] I hope you like it.
[ Mystery is so reactive, Romance absolutely adores it.
He shifts his position to Mystery has room to crawl up the bed and collapse in his arms, his hands slipping around him, pushing up into his hair, leaning his head against him. ]
I'm sure I will. I really do appreciate you bringing it.
He shifts his position to Mystery has room to crawl up the bed and collapse in his arms, his hands slipping around him, pushing up into his hair, leaning his head against him. ]
I'm sure I will. I really do appreciate you bringing it.
[thank goodness, because it's definitely one of those things that he thinks might be Too Much at times. if romance likes it, that means it isn't, and he can take solace in that fact.
a quiet, affirmative little hum is his only response at first, his mouth moving along those lovely collarbones again before he tilts to rest his head against romance's shoulder, his hands kneading up and over his back then down again.]
I'm happy to have brought it for you.
a quiet, affirmative little hum is his only response at first, his mouth moving along those lovely collarbones again before he tilts to rest his head against romance's shoulder, his hands kneading up and over his back then down again.]
I'm happy to have brought it for you.
[ Abby's kiss steals whatever air Romance has left in his lungs, breath catching in a soft, broken sound against Abby's mouth. He doesn't know why those words hit so different, only that they do. They send sharp lightening bolts of pleasure down his spine followed by a full body shudder, whimpering against Abby's mouth.
Embarrassing, but not enough for him to stop, not enough for Abby to stop doing it.
His forehead presses to Abby’s, hot and sweat-slick, breath shaking as he grinds down, chasing the angle Abby had been hitting so perfectly. Fingers slide into Abby’s hair, gripping tight, hands shaking. Abby's slowing down and Romance is a little frantic, working to try and keep up the pace on his own, thrust onto Abby's cock, into his hand, an irritated growl in Romance's throat. He nips Abby's lower lip, hard enough to sting. ]
Don't stop.
Embarrassing, but not enough for him to stop, not enough for Abby to stop doing it.
His forehead presses to Abby’s, hot and sweat-slick, breath shaking as he grinds down, chasing the angle Abby had been hitting so perfectly. Fingers slide into Abby’s hair, gripping tight, hands shaking. Abby's slowing down and Romance is a little frantic, working to try and keep up the pace on his own, thrust onto Abby's cock, into his hand, an irritated growl in Romance's throat. He nips Abby's lower lip, hard enough to sting. ]
Don't stop.
[He's not even given the option to slow down, stumbling over a moan as Romance immediately picks up the slack, maintaining the motion at a feverish pace. Letting Romance ride him clearly gave the other demon too much power, a completely shattered look in his eyes as he's dragged over the edge.
Unable to control it, Abby's hips jerk upwards in a frantic rhythm, giving Romance what he wanted, intentionally or not. He grips tightly to the other demon, claws digging a bit too far into his skin, body arching as he starts to come.
Abby's voice is absolutely obscene, somehow more than it had been last night, possibly because he hadn't been able to control it. He'd never enjoyed "defeat" quite this much before, thoroughly humbled in the best way, hips still trembling as Romance took him for all he had.]
Unable to control it, Abby's hips jerk upwards in a frantic rhythm, giving Romance what he wanted, intentionally or not. He grips tightly to the other demon, claws digging a bit too far into his skin, body arching as he starts to come.
Abby's voice is absolutely obscene, somehow more than it had been last night, possibly because he hadn't been able to control it. He'd never enjoyed "defeat" quite this much before, thoroughly humbled in the best way, hips still trembling as Romance took him for all he had.]
[ He gets an arm around Mystery's waist, still teasing at his hair with the other. It's soft and Mystery smells good as always, and he's so very warm against Romance's body. ]
Are you sure you're alright with me being in your room?
[ The answer is completely obvious, but Romance wants to hear it anyway. ]
Are you sure you're alright with me being in your room?
[ The answer is completely obvious, but Romance wants to hear it anyway. ]
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[ They certainly stumbled into this, now didn't they? Romance hadn't expected it. He'd only expected a little tryst, a night of fun, not to fall into Mystery so deeply he's not sure he can ever crawl his way out. ]
I'm sorry if I came off angry at all.
I'm sorry if I came off angry at all.
[ It's a beautiful thing to see Abby lose control, and to know that he is the one that did it is intoxicating, and he's drunk from the power he's found. He falls apart beneath Romance and he can feel it - the jerk of hips, claws digging into his fair skin a little too deep, his head tipping back for a moment as pleasure bolts through him.
Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abby’s cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]
Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abby’s cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]
[they sure have, there's no denying it now. mystery hadn't expected it either, but he's not against it. in fact, if anything, he wants more time with romance, even if it means pushing other things aside. (is that fair? maybe not, though he doesn't care about that.)
he blinks lightly, tilting his head in a questioning manner.] No, it didn't seem that way. Not to me.
he blinks lightly, tilting his head in a questioning manner.] No, it didn't seem that way. Not to me.
[that arm around his waist only makes him wriggle closer, both hands reaching to grasp romance's shoulders, his face nuzzling into the crook of his neck like if he doesn't do it now, someone will stop him. romance feels so nice against him and he immediately wants to strip down and be naked alongside him, but he can't bring himself to pull away yet.
at the question, however, he does withdraw and tilt his head enough to look up at romance, his expression momentarily wrinkled before he answers.]
Of course I am. [then, he softens slightly, one hand moving around and up to touch romance's face, the pad of his thumb stroking over the fullness of his cheek.] You can be here any time you want.
at the question, however, he does withdraw and tilt his head enough to look up at romance, his expression momentarily wrinkled before he answers.]
Of course I am. [then, he softens slightly, one hand moving around and up to touch romance's face, the pad of his thumb stroking over the fullness of his cheek.] You can be here any time you want.
[If Abby had a soul left, he'd have given it to Romance just then, drawn out of him with the almost bratty movement of those pretty hips. For a solid few moments, he cannot recall his own name, and he reluctantly accepts that it was his turn to be completely ruined.
By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]
By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]
[ It's easy to see how people would give up their souls to a creature like Romance. Ferry them back to their king or consume them himself, it made no difference. Abby would not be the first to offer it up on a silver platter, if he had one.
He's euphoric as he comes down, riding the cresting wave of orgasm until it subsides and he's left spent and reaches down, gently easing Abby's hand away from his oversensitive cock. God, he loves that nickname.
It's such a shift from last night, how Abby kisses him now. Abby makes it intimate this time, deep and possessive. Romance is shivery in his own skin when a chill sweeps through him, the cool air ghosting over places where sweat is slowly drying. He doesn't pull free, not yet, just lazily mouths at Abby's lips and mimics Abby's moves from last night, slipping a hand between them, swipes a finger through the mess across his stomach and eases back, licking it off nice and slow, meeting Abby's eyes. ]
I've made a lovely mess of you, haven't I?
[ Fingertips 'clean', he gropes for one of Abby's hands, lacing their fingers to pin it over his head as he leans in, nosing into Abby's neck. ]
Beautiful.
He's euphoric as he comes down, riding the cresting wave of orgasm until it subsides and he's left spent and reaches down, gently easing Abby's hand away from his oversensitive cock. God, he loves that nickname.
It's such a shift from last night, how Abby kisses him now. Abby makes it intimate this time, deep and possessive. Romance is shivery in his own skin when a chill sweeps through him, the cool air ghosting over places where sweat is slowly drying. He doesn't pull free, not yet, just lazily mouths at Abby's lips and mimics Abby's moves from last night, slipping a hand between them, swipes a finger through the mess across his stomach and eases back, licking it off nice and slow, meeting Abby's eyes. ]
I've made a lovely mess of you, haven't I?
[ Fingertips 'clean', he gropes for one of Abby's hands, lacing their fingers to pin it over his head as he leans in, nosing into Abby's neck. ]
Beautiful.
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[ His lips curve into a smile - the situation may be entirely unfamiliar (or at least, it is because it's Baby and not someone else), but there is one thing that has not and will not change: Romance knows he's beautiful.
Still, Baby saying it sends a shiver through his body. The softness of it should possibly make him wary but it doesn't, he only waits where he kneels, patiently watching Baby get undressed, remove all those pieces of clothing that are in their way. ]
[ His lips curve into a smile - the situation may be entirely unfamiliar (or at least, it is because it's Baby and not someone else), but there is one thing that has not and will not change: Romance knows he's beautiful.
Still, Baby saying it sends a shiver through his body. The softness of it should possibly make him wary but it doesn't, he only waits where he kneels, patiently watching Baby get undressed, remove all those pieces of clothing that are in their way. ]
[seeing romance's smile makes his expression brighten somewhat, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he finally frees himself of what remains of his clothes and tosses them aside as well.] You like that, don't you? Being called ‘beautiful’.
[he shuffles forward a step then kneels down, reaching both hands out to cup romance's face, slowly and carefully drawing him in. it seems like he's going to kiss him, but instead of bringing their lips together, he slides one hand around, taps his first and second fingers against romance's mouth and faintly tips his head with consideration.] Open up for me, [baby murmurs, and the moment he does, he'll slide those fingers into romance's mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue.]
[he shuffles forward a step then kneels down, reaching both hands out to cup romance's face, slowly and carefully drawing him in. it seems like he's going to kiss him, but instead of bringing their lips together, he slides one hand around, taps his first and second fingers against romance's mouth and faintly tips his head with consideration.] Open up for me, [baby murmurs, and the moment he does, he'll slide those fingers into romance's mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue.]
[mystery tries not to feel guilty about things, given who they are, but sometimes, those little pinpricks of humanity filter through the cracks and he can't fight them off quickly enough.
the fact that romance is apologizing to him is a little surprising, however.]
Are you certain? I'm willing to bet there's something I could do that might bother you. [not that he's going to try and do it on purpose, though.]
the fact that romance is apologizing to him is a little surprising, however.]
Are you certain? I'm willing to bet there's something I could do that might bother you. [not that he's going to try and do it on purpose, though.]
I did just barge in while you weren't here without asking.
[ Which, you know. Could be considered rude. But he likes it in here, it smells like Mystery and...well. Mystery's reactions to Romance are rather flattering. He has no idea why it's him Mystery reacts to like that, all flustered, the rest of the boys are as pretty as he is, but here they are. ]
You should take your clothes off and lay with me.
[ Which, you know. Could be considered rude. But he likes it in here, it smells like Mystery and...well. Mystery's reactions to Romance are rather flattering. He has no idea why it's him Mystery reacts to like that, all flustered, the rest of the boys are as pretty as he is, but here they are. ]
You should take your clothes off and lay with me.
Hmmm.
[it's a thoughtful little hum, but mystery doesn't argue. he doesn't know exactly what might set romance off, and again, he doesn't plan on doing anything to piss him off on purpose. he much prefers it when they are together, obviously.]
That's okay. I can be, too. [see also: his reaction to pretty much everything romance has done so far.]
[it's a thoughtful little hum, but mystery doesn't argue. he doesn't know exactly what might set romance off, and again, he doesn't plan on doing anything to piss him off on purpose. he much prefers it when they are together, obviously.]
That's okay. I can be, too. [see also: his reaction to pretty much everything romance has done so far.]
And I don't mind. There's nothing in here I don't want you to see.
[true, it could be, but he has nothing to hide from romance. if the other demon wants to be in his room for whatever reason, he's more than welcome. as for why he reacts the way he does to romance, well... it's something he's still figuring out himself, to be honest. the other boys have flustered him in ways, multiple times, even, but there's something about romance that just makes his heart both soar and drop straight into his stomach at the same time.]
Ah... okay.
[he shifts slightly, reluctantly peeling himself away from romance so he can start undressing. the jacket goes first, followed by his long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, then he moves on to his pants, shimmying them and his underwear down and off. once he's completely nude, he drops down beside romance, tucking an arm underneath his head while the opposite hand reaches to brush through romance's bangs.] Better?
[true, it could be, but he has nothing to hide from romance. if the other demon wants to be in his room for whatever reason, he's more than welcome. as for why he reacts the way he does to romance, well... it's something he's still figuring out himself, to be honest. the other boys have flustered him in ways, multiple times, even, but there's something about romance that just makes his heart both soar and drop straight into his stomach at the same time.]
Ah... okay.
[he shifts slightly, reluctantly peeling himself away from romance so he can start undressing. the jacket goes first, followed by his long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, then he moves on to his pants, shimmying them and his underwear down and off. once he's completely nude, he drops down beside romance, tucking an arm underneath his head while the opposite hand reaches to brush through romance's bangs.] Better?
[Abby allows his hand to fall by the wayside, not even making a show of it this time when he wipes it on whatever is left of the bedspread. Even as deeply satisfied as he is, the way Romance is looking down at him, licking slender fingers, murmuring sweet things... his hips give a weak twitch of interest, giving away any attempt he could make to deny it.
And then their fingers are laced warmly together, Romance gently nuzzling up against his throat, and he feels... is it happy?
His unclaimed hand moves to Romance's head, petting gently over his now even messier bed hair. He really does like it better this way, but maybe because he knows it's a privilege to see the other demon so completely undone. For a few long moments, he lays there, catching his breath, allowing the sweat to cool. It's nice, to have someone close like this.]
You were right. [He starts, voice rumbling low in his chest, very much enjoying the weight of Romance laying on top of him.] We should have done this years ago.
And then their fingers are laced warmly together, Romance gently nuzzling up against his throat, and he feels... is it happy?
His unclaimed hand moves to Romance's head, petting gently over his now even messier bed hair. He really does like it better this way, but maybe because he knows it's a privilege to see the other demon so completely undone. For a few long moments, he lays there, catching his breath, allowing the sweat to cool. It's nice, to have someone close like this.]
You were right. [He starts, voice rumbling low in his chest, very much enjoying the weight of Romance laying on top of him.] We should have done this years ago.
[ Romance is going to spend an hour in the shower once they start moving, trying to fix his hair, clean himself up and out. He's a mess, and while he's enjoying it very much, eventually his vanity will win, alongside the fact that he isn't the biggest fan of bodily fluids covering him for any extended amount of time.
For now, he rocks his hips a final time before easing Abby free with a little grunt, ignoring the inevitable fallout in favor of draping himself heavily across Abby's body. Very few get to see him unraveled like this - messy in the aftermath, hair wild, violet skin flushed in the low light. He does not like being seen as vulnerable - he's already slender and delicate, almost feminine in his features. It translates into his demon form as well, and the fewer people who see him like this, the better.
But with Abby, it feels…not safe, exactly, but comfortable. He lets his eyes close and presses his lips to sweaty skin, his hand drifting up to trace Abby’s cheek and slide into his hair. ]
Mhmm. [ His thumb absently strokes along Abby's jaw, lazy and slow. ] You should've barged in sooner.
For now, he rocks his hips a final time before easing Abby free with a little grunt, ignoring the inevitable fallout in favor of draping himself heavily across Abby's body. Very few get to see him unraveled like this - messy in the aftermath, hair wild, violet skin flushed in the low light. He does not like being seen as vulnerable - he's already slender and delicate, almost feminine in his features. It translates into his demon form as well, and the fewer people who see him like this, the better.
But with Abby, it feels…not safe, exactly, but comfortable. He lets his eyes close and presses his lips to sweaty skin, his hand drifting up to trace Abby’s cheek and slide into his hair. ]
Mhmm. [ His thumb absently strokes along Abby's jaw, lazy and slow. ] You should've barged in sooner.
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