[ Abbyβs body really is magnificent; all heat and carved muscle. He looks like David in all his magnificence, carefully sculpted with all the love in the world, one of man's greatest creations. His hands glide over him slow, chest ot abdomen, up over his shoulders then down his arms in slow, appreciative sweeps.
Romance knows it wont stay soft and sweet that long, and it's fine by him, but while he has this moment, Romance indulges. carefully mapping Abby out like he's creating an atlas of his body.
Just the touching has him hard, Abby doesn't even have to do anything but exist under his hands and let Romance trace constellations in his skin. It's pathetic, really, if he dwells on it long enough. He's weak, weak to this, weak to the demon underneath him and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours.
Heβs crazy. Certifiably insane. Not that this should surprise anyone, least of all himself, but it feels like a revelation, sharp and bright and terrifying.
Abby brings his attention back to the present when he moves, shifting his hips and wrapping his hand around both of them. His fingertips press against skin harder, sharper, and he tips his head against Abby's hand, never breaking their gaze. His lips part under the pressure of Abby's thumb and licks, lets himself smile again, lets his sharp teeth graze when he moves his head.
Romance plans on keeping Abby's attention for as long as he can. He's always been good at keeping people's attention. ]
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Romance knows it wont stay soft and sweet that long, and it's fine by him, but while he has this moment, Romance indulges. carefully mapping Abby out like he's creating an atlas of his body.
Just the touching has him hard, Abby doesn't even have to do anything but exist under his hands and let Romance trace constellations in his skin. It's pathetic, really, if he dwells on it long enough. He's weak, weak to this, weak to the demon underneath him and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours.
Heβs crazy. Certifiably insane. Not that this should surprise anyone, least of all himself, but it feels like a revelation, sharp and bright and terrifying.
Abby brings his attention back to the present when he moves, shifting his hips and wrapping his hand around both of them. His fingertips press against skin harder, sharper, and he tips his head against Abby's hand, never breaking their gaze. His lips part under the pressure of Abby's thumb and licks, lets himself smile again, lets his sharp teeth graze when he moves his head.
Romance plans on keeping Abby's attention for as long as he can. He's always been good at keeping people's attention. ]