Really, he should be used to it. He's heard it before, countless times. Whispered in the dark against his neck, licked into his skin. But coming from Abby, it hits different.
His mind tries to drag him under, deep into the what-ifs and never-weres, the doomed fantasies heβs built entire lifetimes around. This self-destruction, it's simply part of who he is, part of the creature he's become. He thinks about the now, the past. The future. Obsesses over what could and will be, ending up perpetually disappointed that the 'could be' is never what happens.
It would be so easy to drown in it, but Abby keeps him focused in the now. The press of his hand around them both, the weight of him beneath Romance's thighs, it keeps him centered.
It stops Romance from spiraling into the darkness, into the inky blackness where the only one who can hurt him is their king. And even if Abby decides to throw him to the curb and walk away, he has at least given him these moments of serenity and pleasure.
He flashes a radiant smile at Abby, one reserved for him and him alone. ]
You, [ he purrs, licking at his thumb, teeth nipping before he finishes his sentence, ] are exquisite.
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Really, he should be used to it. He's heard it before, countless times. Whispered in the dark against his neck, licked into his skin. But coming from Abby, it hits different.
His mind tries to drag him under, deep into the what-ifs and never-weres, the doomed fantasies heβs built entire lifetimes around. This self-destruction, it's simply part of who he is, part of the creature he's become. He thinks about the now, the past. The future. Obsesses over what could and will be, ending up perpetually disappointed that the 'could be' is never what happens.
It would be so easy to drown in it, but Abby keeps him focused in the now. The press of his hand around them both, the weight of him beneath Romance's thighs, it keeps him centered.
It stops Romance from spiraling into the darkness, into the inky blackness where the only one who can hurt him is their king. And even if Abby decides to throw him to the curb and walk away, he has at least given him these moments of serenity and pleasure.
He flashes a radiant smile at Abby, one reserved for him and him alone. ]
You, [ he purrs, licking at his thumb, teeth nipping before he finishes his sentence, ] are exquisite.