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[ It's so lovely, how Mystery moves under his hands and mouth. He could stay here all day like this, let Mystery simply rest in his mouth, Romance between his thighs with his head resting against him with Mystery's cock warming in his mouth.
That is not what he wants right now, however. What he wants is Mystery unraveled.
Romance does not stop. Mystery coming down his throat is precisely what he wants, and instead of slowing or pulling off, he only renews his efforts, shifting to get a hand wrapped around the base as he speeds up, mouth and hand moving in tandem, a twist of the wrist, sucking long and sharp. ]
That is not what he wants right now, however. What he wants is Mystery unraveled.
Romance does not stop. Mystery coming down his throat is precisely what he wants, and instead of slowing or pulling off, he only renews his efforts, shifting to get a hand wrapped around the base as he speeds up, mouth and hand moving in tandem, a twist of the wrist, sucking long and sharp. ]
[as much as he would love to stay like this all day, they will eventually have to come apart because there will be something that will need their attention, regardless of if they don't want to attend to it. he is trying, however, to hold out as long as he can, even if it's difficult with how talented romance's mouth is.
said unraveling is happening a lot faster than he expected it to, but mystery doesn't seem to mind. if anything, he embraces it, kneading over romance's shoulder and stroking through his hair, the motions encouraging.
the rise and fall of his chest is heavier now, his breath coming a little more quickly, his eyelashes fluttering wildly with pleasure. he reluctantly loosens his hand from romance's hair, raises it and presses his knuckles against his mouth, effectively muffling another, slightly softer noise, but it isn't enough to quiet him when he comes. the orgasm slams into him, has his hand flying up to grasp one of the pillows above his head, his whole body arching into a tight little bend, a high-pitched cry escaping him as he releases into romance's mouth, giving him exactly what he wants.]
said unraveling is happening a lot faster than he expected it to, but mystery doesn't seem to mind. if anything, he embraces it, kneading over romance's shoulder and stroking through his hair, the motions encouraging.
the rise and fall of his chest is heavier now, his breath coming a little more quickly, his eyelashes fluttering wildly with pleasure. he reluctantly loosens his hand from romance's hair, raises it and presses his knuckles against his mouth, effectively muffling another, slightly softer noise, but it isn't enough to quiet him when he comes. the orgasm slams into him, has his hand flying up to grasp one of the pillows above his head, his whole body arching into a tight little bend, a high-pitched cry escaping him as he releases into romance's mouth, giving him exactly what he wants.]
( x )
[ Romance isn't a big man, but he's still a little bigger than Baby, and his grip tightens, refusing to let the smaller demon roll them, to get the upper hand.
His face is still oozing blood, but in the moment, he doesn't feel it, doesn't feel the heat of it sliding down his skin, pooling at his chin before dripping. He doesn’t feel the pain that will hit him later, or the tears burning up behind his eyes, salt mingling with blood as they spill.
He's losing his grip on reality, losing himself in pain and misery, the shame of who and what he is and that he couldn't stop Abby from being a fucking idiot, that he can't get to him now, that he can't do anything. He’s helpless, lost, and Baby gave him a target, an outlet. A place to put the rage so it doesn’t swallow him whole.
He sees red. Only red. He doesn’t release Baby’s head until he slams it down again - and again, a final time - before he finally tears his hands away to catch Baby’s wrists, pinning him hard. Romance drops low in a single, savage motion, teeth bared at Baby’s neck, gleaming with spit, looking for all the world like a rabid dog ready to bite. ]
[ Romance isn't a big man, but he's still a little bigger than Baby, and his grip tightens, refusing to let the smaller demon roll them, to get the upper hand.
His face is still oozing blood, but in the moment, he doesn't feel it, doesn't feel the heat of it sliding down his skin, pooling at his chin before dripping. He doesn’t feel the pain that will hit him later, or the tears burning up behind his eyes, salt mingling with blood as they spill.
He's losing his grip on reality, losing himself in pain and misery, the shame of who and what he is and that he couldn't stop Abby from being a fucking idiot, that he can't get to him now, that he can't do anything. He’s helpless, lost, and Baby gave him a target, an outlet. A place to put the rage so it doesn’t swallow him whole.
He sees red. Only red. He doesn’t release Baby’s head until he slams it down again - and again, a final time - before he finally tears his hands away to catch Baby’s wrists, pinning him hard. Romance drops low in a single, savage motion, teeth bared at Baby’s neck, gleaming with spit, looking for all the world like a rabid dog ready to bite. ]
Edited 2025-12-10 17:02 (UTC)
( x )
The enormity of it. It seems endless, nothing on the horizon but more water.
[ It's a big thing, going back to the place where it all started. ]
I doubt there's much left of my village. It was hundreds of years ago.
The enormity of it. It seems endless, nothing on the horizon but more water.
[ It's a big thing, going back to the place where it all started. ]
I doubt there's much left of my village. It was hundreds of years ago.
Edited 2025-12-10 17:05 (UTC)
[which only makes him angrier, not being able to move them or get himself free. he would lash out again, if he weren't being held back, meaning the only thing he can do is growl and hiss and spit with rage, his body writhing despite the fact he can't get the leverage he needs.
more red droplets land on him, fully onto his skin this time, which is something that makes him want to stop, to reel back and really take in what he's done to romance's face— and for a second, he can do that. his expression twists into something unexplainable, something that's not quite anger, but not quite regretful, either. he sees the blood, he sees the tears, and yet part of him still doesn't think it's enough.
they should've done better. they should've tried to stop the other two, tried to force them back rather than just let them haphazardly throw themselves into the fray like it was no big deal, like they could handle it when it should've been obvious that they couldn't. yes, he started this whole thing, but it's clear that romance needed it far more than he did at this point.
his head hits the floor again and again, causing him to lose his equilibrium, his eyes squeezing shut at the pain shooting through his head. he doesn't have much time to react before romance's hands catch his wrists and pin him down, effectively holding him in place while he suddenly leans over him, teeth bared like he's going to tear his throat out, and for a minute, baby just lets him close in, too stunned to speak or react to the animalistic movement. he's shaking, breathing heavily from their altercation, his eyes wide open, though they look significantly less wild than they had moments ago.]
more red droplets land on him, fully onto his skin this time, which is something that makes him want to stop, to reel back and really take in what he's done to romance's face— and for a second, he can do that. his expression twists into something unexplainable, something that's not quite anger, but not quite regretful, either. he sees the blood, he sees the tears, and yet part of him still doesn't think it's enough.
they should've done better. they should've tried to stop the other two, tried to force them back rather than just let them haphazardly throw themselves into the fray like it was no big deal, like they could handle it when it should've been obvious that they couldn't. yes, he started this whole thing, but it's clear that romance needed it far more than he did at this point.
his head hits the floor again and again, causing him to lose his equilibrium, his eyes squeezing shut at the pain shooting through his head. he doesn't have much time to react before romance's hands catch his wrists and pin him down, effectively holding him in place while he suddenly leans over him, teeth bared like he's going to tear his throat out, and for a minute, baby just lets him close in, too stunned to speak or react to the animalistic movement. he's shaking, breathing heavily from their altercation, his eyes wide open, though they look significantly less wild than they had moments ago.]
Oh, I see. Maybe I'm odd, but that sounds interesting to me.
[if romance is really okay with it, maybe mystery will start making plans for them to go sometime.]
We could see, if you like? Or we could just explore the other things the island has to offer.
[if romance is really okay with it, maybe mystery will start making plans for them to go sometime.]
We could see, if you like? Or we could just explore the other things the island has to offer.
[ It isn’t enough. Nothing will ever be enough. Romance could pay for his sins a thousand times over, and it’ll never be enough. He should’ve tried harder.
His breathing is coming in ragged gasps, panting hard against Baby’s neck, breath hot, damp against his skin. The pain is starting to set in as he stays still, hovered over the other demon, cheek screaming from lacerations and the tears sliding over them, his eyes stinging with more tears.
A long breath in through his nose is rattly, more a sniffle than a sigh. Gold eyes squeeze shut and instead of tearing Baby’s throat out he presses in, noses into his neck, lips pressed against his skin instead of teeth.
He’s sorry. But he can’t say it. Not yet. ]
His breathing is coming in ragged gasps, panting hard against Baby’s neck, breath hot, damp against his skin. The pain is starting to set in as he stays still, hovered over the other demon, cheek screaming from lacerations and the tears sliding over them, his eyes stinging with more tears.
A long breath in through his nose is rattly, more a sniffle than a sigh. Gold eyes squeeze shut and instead of tearing Baby’s throat out he presses in, noses into his neck, lips pressed against his skin instead of teeth.
He’s sorry. But he can’t say it. Not yet. ]
[this is just another thing to add to their guilt, obviously. maybe they don't have gwi-ma whispering in their ears anymore, but they have more than enough shame to share between them, and they're both terrible when it comes to regulating that.
he isn't sure what to do now except watch romance breathing above him, the heat spreading across his skin, which isn't the only warm thing he can feel. the mixture of blood and tears is dripping on him again, something he wants to reach out and wipe away from romance's face, though he doesn't know if romance will let him at this point. they've torn into each other, said hateful things, and all he can think about is how to fix it now.
maybe having his head bashed into the floor a few times rattled something in his brain? it could be, but it could also be the sound of romance's breath shaking, the way he shuts his eyes and leans into his neck, a motion that makes baby almost wince, like he's preparing for romance to actually rip his throat out, even if it never happens. instead, romance's nose brushes against his throat, followed shortly after by his lips and baby's body slackens, his own eyes sinking shut as he relaxes his arms beneath romance's hands and just lets himself be held there.
he is too, although he definitely isn't going to say it right away, either.]
he isn't sure what to do now except watch romance breathing above him, the heat spreading across his skin, which isn't the only warm thing he can feel. the mixture of blood and tears is dripping on him again, something he wants to reach out and wipe away from romance's face, though he doesn't know if romance will let him at this point. they've torn into each other, said hateful things, and all he can think about is how to fix it now.
maybe having his head bashed into the floor a few times rattled something in his brain? it could be, but it could also be the sound of romance's breath shaking, the way he shuts his eyes and leans into his neck, a motion that makes baby almost wince, like he's preparing for romance to actually rip his throat out, even if it never happens. instead, romance's nose brushes against his throat, followed shortly after by his lips and baby's body slackens, his own eyes sinking shut as he relaxes his arms beneath romance's hands and just lets himself be held there.
he is too, although he definitely isn't going to say it right away, either.]
[ Romance bashing Baby's head into the floor is certainly going on his mental tally of 'Things I'm Going To Hate Myself For Later'.
His grip on Baby’s wrists loosens, fingers trembling as the adrenaline drains out of his body. Some distant piece of him knows that’s likely a mistake, that Baby could turn the tables in a heartbeat, but maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe Romance would just... let him. Maybe part of him would welcome it… an end, clean and simple.
Abby would be furious if Romance gave up. He can hear the bigger demon now, hissing in his ear about just how idiotic that train of thought really is. It's realistic enough that Romance lets the thought go, exhaling shakily against Baby's skin where his lips are pressed.
He forces himself to take another deep, ragged breath that hurts his chest, then another. His heart is still slamming in against his ribs as his lips ghost over the curve of Baby's neck. He follows a line down to where it slopes into Baby's shoulder, offering his shaky apology in the only language he's capable of right now. ]
His grip on Baby’s wrists loosens, fingers trembling as the adrenaline drains out of his body. Some distant piece of him knows that’s likely a mistake, that Baby could turn the tables in a heartbeat, but maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe Romance would just... let him. Maybe part of him would welcome it… an end, clean and simple.
Abby would be furious if Romance gave up. He can hear the bigger demon now, hissing in his ear about just how idiotic that train of thought really is. It's realistic enough that Romance lets the thought go, exhaling shakily against Baby's skin where his lips are pressed.
He forces himself to take another deep, ragged breath that hurts his chest, then another. His heart is still slamming in against his ribs as his lips ghost over the curve of Baby's neck. He follows a line down to where it slopes into Baby's shoulder, offering his shaky apology in the only language he's capable of right now. ]
[it'll be fine. he's not unconscious or anything, so it'll be fine. (maybe his head hurts a lot and maybe there's going to be a bruise or maybe he has a matching laceration? it does feel a little warm and heavy and wet—) or is he just imagining that because he has blood and tears on his face?
the hold on his arms loosens and baby's immediate thought is to take the chance, flip them around and lay into romance again, but then his hindbrain comes up and that's the last thing he actually wants to do. try being kind, it's a voice in his ear. not gwi-ma's, not his own, but someone else familiar: mystery. shit, how can he still let someone who's gone influence him in such a way?
his throat works with some extra effort as he swallows and rather than attacking romance again, he hesitantly moves both hands to his shoulders, fingers gripping tight to his shirt, the press of his thumbs becoming a slow, careful rub of reassurance.
he inhales a sharp breath as well, holding it for a few seconds – one, two, three – then he exhales again, moving his hands to stroke lightly over the upper-half of romance's arms and his shoulders. it's... oddly soothing now, the gentle movement of romance's mouth, the red haze clearing from his vision almost like it was never there in the first place. he turns and nudges his head against romance's, just an affectionate little gesture before he leans a bit closer and presses a kiss against his temple in a silent request for forgiveness.]
the hold on his arms loosens and baby's immediate thought is to take the chance, flip them around and lay into romance again, but then his hindbrain comes up and that's the last thing he actually wants to do. try being kind, it's a voice in his ear. not gwi-ma's, not his own, but someone else familiar: mystery. shit, how can he still let someone who's gone influence him in such a way?
his throat works with some extra effort as he swallows and rather than attacking romance again, he hesitantly moves both hands to his shoulders, fingers gripping tight to his shirt, the press of his thumbs becoming a slow, careful rub of reassurance.
he inhales a sharp breath as well, holding it for a few seconds – one, two, three – then he exhales again, moving his hands to stroke lightly over the upper-half of romance's arms and his shoulders. it's... oddly soothing now, the gentle movement of romance's mouth, the red haze clearing from his vision almost like it was never there in the first place. he turns and nudges his head against romance's, just an affectionate little gesture before he leans a bit closer and presses a kiss against his temple in a silent request for forgiveness.]
[ His eyes squeeze shut, tears soaking his lashes before spilling down his cheeks. His face hurts, his head hurts. His heart hurts, and more than just that, it's breaking, splintering under the weight of it all, breaking and re-breaking, shards grounding into dust with every passing day.
He swallows, pressing his mouth closer until it becomes something something more of a kiss, soft, tentative, apologetic. He stays there, nosing in until his body stops shaking, and breathes with Baby - in, hold three, then out. It's a steady rhythm, calming, shared between two broken souls who can't find the missing pieces.
Dropping down onto his elbows, Romance sinks until he's chest to chest against Baby, scattering weak kisses along his skin. His breath stutters and a quiet sniffle breaks through as he tilts his head, nudging gently into Baby’s lips, seeking something small and grounding in the aftermath. ]
He swallows, pressing his mouth closer until it becomes something something more of a kiss, soft, tentative, apologetic. He stays there, nosing in until his body stops shaking, and breathes with Baby - in, hold three, then out. It's a steady rhythm, calming, shared between two broken souls who can't find the missing pieces.
Dropping down onto his elbows, Romance sinks until he's chest to chest against Baby, scattering weak kisses along his skin. His breath stutters and a quiet sniffle breaks through as he tilts his head, nudging gently into Baby’s lips, seeking something small and grounding in the aftermath. ]
[baby can feel his face burning with shame, especially because he doesn't have to see romance's face to know he's crying. it makes his own eyes sting too, his heart still hammering against his ribs, the motion almost painful. part of him wishes it would stop, the same part of him that almost wishes romance would have torn him apart, but then who would be left for romance? it shouldn't be him; he's a ferocious little monster, the whole reason this got started, and now he has to remember how to make things better.
it becomes easier as romance kisses along his skin, nosing in close until it's almost uncomfortable, but he's realizing that it's helping him stop shaking and again, he breathes in, deep and slow, and exhales after a couple of seconds, his hands still moving along romance's arms. it'll be okay, he wants to say, yet he can't seem to find his voice to actually reassure him.
at least he can return romance's gestures. he shifts and wraps both arms around him once they're chest-to-chest, one hand skimming up and down his back, a soft little sigh passing between them when their lips meet. one arm stays in place around him, but the hand he's using to roam over his back hesitates, briefly tapping at his shoulder before reaching to gently touch the bloody marks he's left behind on romance's face. the heat, it almost burns, and that's the only reason he draws back, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes as he finally finds enough courage to say it:] You'll be okay.
it becomes easier as romance kisses along his skin, nosing in close until it's almost uncomfortable, but he's realizing that it's helping him stop shaking and again, he breathes in, deep and slow, and exhales after a couple of seconds, his hands still moving along romance's arms. it'll be okay, he wants to say, yet he can't seem to find his voice to actually reassure him.
at least he can return romance's gestures. he shifts and wraps both arms around him once they're chest-to-chest, one hand skimming up and down his back, a soft little sigh passing between them when their lips meet. one arm stays in place around him, but the hand he's using to roam over his back hesitates, briefly tapping at his shoulder before reaching to gently touch the bloody marks he's left behind on romance's face. the heat, it almost burns, and that's the only reason he draws back, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes as he finally finds enough courage to say it:] You'll be okay.
Oh, but that's where you're wrong; I'm definitely odd, but that doesn't make it any less interesting.
Yes, absolutely. These phones are pretty helpful in a myriad of ways, so maybe we could use them to figure things out? Plan an actual trip together.
Yes, absolutely. These phones are pretty helpful in a myriad of ways, so maybe we could use them to figure things out? Plan an actual trip together.
[ Good, good. Just like that, that is exactly what Romance wants. He wants to taste him, to see him ecstatic and lost in the throes of pleasure and passion.
And when Mystery comes undone, it's beautiful. Romance rumbles, pleased, swallowing every bit of him down the moment it hits his tongue, the back of his throat. His nails dig into Mystery's thighs, and he frees one hand so he can throw an arm over Mystery's abdomen, hold him down as Romance drinks him in. It settles warm in his belly, and Romance won't stop or pull off until he's sure that Mystery is spent.
Then and only then does he lift his head, eyes bright, lips swollen as he watches Mystery's face, head tipped, a very self-satisfied smile curling across his face. ]
And when Mystery comes undone, it's beautiful. Romance rumbles, pleased, swallowing every bit of him down the moment it hits his tongue, the back of his throat. His nails dig into Mystery's thighs, and he frees one hand so he can throw an arm over Mystery's abdomen, hold him down as Romance drinks him in. It settles warm in his belly, and Romance won't stop or pull off until he's sure that Mystery is spent.
Then and only then does he lift his head, eyes bright, lips swollen as he watches Mystery's face, head tipped, a very self-satisfied smile curling across his face. ]
[his hand he still has on romance's shoulder grips, hard and unrelenting, likely enough to leave finger-shaped marks behind and mystery doesn't seem to care. let romance have just as many marks as he'd like, that way everyone will know they belong to one another and nobody else.
he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.
he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.
[that makes him laugh, a noise he tries smothering behind his hands, even though it's only him in his bedroom.] Stop, you're going to kill me. (But also don't because it's very sweet.)
Whenever you would like to go, then.
[catch him invading some jewelry store later today—]
Whenever you would like to go, then.
[catch him invading some jewelry store later today—]
[ He feels foolish for his tears, for the mess in his chest, every emotion clawing for space. He's a demon, for God's sake. He shouldn't be so rattled, shouldn't feel so much. He isn't supposed to miss Abby like he does, the wound left by the bigger demon's absence raw and gaping, something he can't cauterize. He should be thinking about the hunters, plotting revenge, striking, something.
But he can't find it in himself to even pretend. It isn't important. With the honmoon sealed, what’s the point? Huntrix isn’t a mission anymore; it’s a dead end. Everything is.
Baby's fingers brush over his cheek and he winces, fiery pain shooting through his nerve endings. There's something about it, though, the sensation of pain reminding him he's still alive and not all grief hollowed out inside this shell of a body.
He swallows a sob down and shifts, tipping his head to drop back down onto Baby's shoulder, press his mouth back against his neck. He feels like he's coming apart at the seams, unraveling in pieces he can't hold together. ]
I'm sorry. [ It comes out small, plaintive. Weak and helpless. Sad. ]
But he can't find it in himself to even pretend. It isn't important. With the honmoon sealed, what’s the point? Huntrix isn’t a mission anymore; it’s a dead end. Everything is.
Baby's fingers brush over his cheek and he winces, fiery pain shooting through his nerve endings. There's something about it, though, the sensation of pain reminding him he's still alive and not all grief hollowed out inside this shell of a body.
He swallows a sob down and shifts, tipping his head to drop back down onto Baby's shoulder, press his mouth back against his neck. He feels like he's coming apart at the seams, unraveling in pieces he can't hold together. ]
I'm sorry. [ It comes out small, plaintive. Weak and helpless. Sad. ]
[ God, Mystery is utterly exquisite. The elegant arch of his spine, the muffled groan, the rise and fall of his chest as he comes undone. He'd noticed Mystery's allure before, of course he had, but he hadn't fully appreciated it until Mystery had come to him on his knees in supplication, as if he were begging for penance for some imagined sin.
Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
You are my sunshine, darling.
Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
You are my sunshine, darling.
[wasn't it jinu who said something about the only thing demons do is feel? (god, don't even get him started on that bastard—) he misses them too, more than he can put into words, which is probably why it hurts so much; they don't talk about it much, the pain too much to bear, he imagines, and he doesn't like leaving himself open and bleeding himself dry. they really should be putting their focus into something else, something that's not destroying each other, and yet here they are anyway.
he can feel his eyes burning worse, the threat of tears imminent, but he fights them back to the best of his ability, his breathing still very labored despite his attempts at calming himself.
the wince has him jerking back immediately, shame sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach alongside the other wild tangle of emotions he can't seem to control. he shouldn't have cut romance like that, shouldn't have used his claws on him at all, but at least romance got his revenge; baby's head aches uncontrollably right now and there's certainly no way to stop the throbbing between his ears.
blinking lightly, he simply lets romance sink back into his shoulder, his blood-covered hand reluctantly dropping to the spot between his shoulderblades, his fingertips rubbing gently, although he knows there's going to be a bloody handprint left behind. yes, he feels like he's going to come apart too, but he needs to be stronger... for romance.
his head rests against romance's again, another deep, measured breath in then out following that.] It's okay. [a brief pause because the words burn his tongue, as if they are too much and not enough all at once.] I'm sorry, too.
he can feel his eyes burning worse, the threat of tears imminent, but he fights them back to the best of his ability, his breathing still very labored despite his attempts at calming himself.
the wince has him jerking back immediately, shame sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach alongside the other wild tangle of emotions he can't seem to control. he shouldn't have cut romance like that, shouldn't have used his claws on him at all, but at least romance got his revenge; baby's head aches uncontrollably right now and there's certainly no way to stop the throbbing between his ears.
blinking lightly, he simply lets romance sink back into his shoulder, his blood-covered hand reluctantly dropping to the spot between his shoulderblades, his fingertips rubbing gently, although he knows there's going to be a bloody handprint left behind. yes, he feels like he's going to come apart too, but he needs to be stronger... for romance.
his head rests against romance's again, another deep, measured breath in then out following that.] It's okay. [a brief pause because the words burn his tongue, as if they are too much and not enough all at once.] I'm sorry, too.
[the only reason he's like this is because of romance; the other demon should be pleased with himself, being able to make him unravel like this, to lose himself in a way he cannot seem to contain any time they're together. he knows he's said that he's too much before, but romance was genuinely telling the truth: he doesn't care and wants mystery to be himself, and it's been something that's stuck with him this entire time since that day he came to romance on his knees.
his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]
his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]
[ Romance laughs, breathless as Mystery sings, and he shifts between those pretty thighs to drop kisses along his skin. He crawls his way up the length of Mystery's body, mouth tracing a path up his chest and neck, teeth catching his earlobe. ]
You make me happy, [ he purrs, the noise deep in his chest, voice low and hungry, slotting his hips with Mystery's as he settles over him. He leans in, tilts his head to catch Mystery's lips in a kiss, soft and sweet at first before it turns hungry.
And Mystery smells so good, too. Romance dots his cheek with kisses, working his way back over to his ear, nosing into his hair and breathing in deep, committing the scent to memory. ]
I want you, darling.
You make me happy, [ he purrs, the noise deep in his chest, voice low and hungry, slotting his hips with Mystery's as he settles over him. He leans in, tilts his head to catch Mystery's lips in a kiss, soft and sweet at first before it turns hungry.
And Mystery smells so good, too. Romance dots his cheek with kisses, working his way back over to his ear, nosing into his hair and breathing in deep, committing the scent to memory. ]
I want you, darling.
[it makes his heart flutter, the sound of romance's laughter, although the kisses are doing a great job at making his heartbeat skip, too. he exhales a content-sounding sigh, doing his best not to squirm when those teeth find his earlobe, the sensation sending a whole new pleasurable feeling rushing through him.]
I know. You make me happy, too. [that is not how the rest of that song goes, but he doesn't care, not when romance's hips come up against his, his breath catching in his throat and escaping in a little whine after their lips come together. his arms move, reaching up and circling around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold him in place as the kiss deepens.
today, he smells of watermelon and sandalwood again and something that's so sweet, it's almost cloying in a way. mystery probably couldn't tell what it is, but whatever the smell, romance seems to like it, and that makes him feel pleased.]
You have me, [he reminds him, his head turning so he can kiss the shell of romance's ear before speaking against it.] All of me. Always.
I know. You make me happy, too. [that is not how the rest of that song goes, but he doesn't care, not when romance's hips come up against his, his breath catching in his throat and escaping in a little whine after their lips come together. his arms move, reaching up and circling around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold him in place as the kiss deepens.
today, he smells of watermelon and sandalwood again and something that's so sweet, it's almost cloying in a way. mystery probably couldn't tell what it is, but whatever the smell, romance seems to like it, and that makes him feel pleased.]
You have me, [he reminds him, his head turning so he can kiss the shell of romance's ear before speaking against it.] All of me. Always.
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