[ When you can't beat them, play the game against them. Or something like that.
Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abbyβs composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
Youβre all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.
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Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abbyβs composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
Youβre all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.