[ The touch to his hair makes him pause, look down at Abby with an unreadable expression on his face.
It's silly - of everything Abby has done to him in the last twelve hours or so, this really shouldn't be the thing that sends him over the edge. It's not the claws, not being pounded into another dimension, not the way Abby's cock is firming up between his thighs.
No, it's the almost gentle way his fingers slide through Romance's hair and brush it aside like he wants to see him, all of him, even the pieces Romance hides.
He could also be reading far too much into this, into everything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd completely misinterpreted something, creating an entire scenario in his head that doesn't exist. It's just...intimate in a way he isn't used to, and Romance's hands come back up to brace on Abby's chest, like he needs something to hold onto while his insides liquify.
Don't you dare, Romance. Don't you dare.
He doesn't say a word, only lets his lips curve into a sly little smile like he knows some secret Abby doesn't, and casually rolls his hips, smooth and practiced, heat and friction between them, Romance's interest obvious as it presses against Abby's stomach. ]
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It's silly - of everything Abby has done to him in the last twelve hours or so, this really shouldn't be the thing that sends him over the edge. It's not the claws, not being pounded into another dimension, not the way Abby's cock is firming up between his thighs.
No, it's the almost gentle way his fingers slide through Romance's hair and brush it aside like he wants to see him, all of him, even the pieces Romance hides.
He could also be reading far too much into this, into everything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd completely misinterpreted something, creating an entire scenario in his head that doesn't exist. It's just...intimate in a way he isn't used to, and Romance's hands come back up to brace on Abby's chest, like he needs something to hold onto while his insides liquify.
Don't you dare, Romance. Don't you dare.
He doesn't say a word, only lets his lips curve into a sly little smile like he knows some secret Abby doesn't, and casually rolls his hips, smooth and practiced, heat and friction between them, Romance's interest obvious as it presses against Abby's stomach. ]