Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]
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Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]