[Romance's voice alone could ruin Abby, gazing up at the other demon like he were a succubus intent on draining his energy, to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams, to ruin him for anyone else.
Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]
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Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]