[ The head slides in and it earns Abby a choked gasp, a twist of Romance's pretty face into something feral with a flash of teeth as he glares down at Abby.
That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?
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That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?