Yes, yes I am. [ Romance breathes, hand sliding into Abby's hair, tangling in raspberry strands, too gentle to be called anything other than what it is - intimate.
He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abbyβs hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didnβt mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.
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He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abbyβs hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didnβt mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.