[The way Romance is looking at him--licking his lips, arching into the touch, long lashes over his eyes--Abby feels a jolt go straight down to his hips, groaning low as he gazes up at the other demon with half-lidded, lust glazed eyes. The flattery also helps, since someone as flawless as Romance would certainly know how to identify something exquisite, no? His furniture choices seemed to imply it.
What was left of it, anyway.
A leisurely roll of his hips has his own leaking tip sliding along Romance's skin, growling in some pleased, animal way. Claws dig slightly into the soft flesh of his ass as Abby adjusts him, holding him open until he's obscenely nudging the wet head against his entrance.
Chest arching into the scrape of claws, his patterns ripple a shade darker, paired with a pleased, demonic growl. It's hard to be ashamed of his nature when he's being so thoroughly rewarded for it, the room rumbling faintly around them, the mirror shards tinkling along the ground.]
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What was left of it, anyway.
A leisurely roll of his hips has his own leaking tip sliding along Romance's skin, growling in some pleased, animal way. Claws dig slightly into the soft flesh of his ass as Abby adjusts him, holding him open until he's obscenely nudging the wet head against his entrance.
Chest arching into the scrape of claws, his patterns ripple a shade darker, paired with a pleased, demonic growl. It's hard to be ashamed of his nature when he's being so thoroughly rewarded for it, the room rumbling faintly around them, the mirror shards tinkling along the ground.]