[ If there's anything Romance can probably succeed at, it's that. He's well versed in ruining people in many ways, and if he can destroy Abby's preferences for anyone else until the end of time...
Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. Heβs careful not to break skin β barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, heβs still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-
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Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. Heβs careful not to break skin β barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, heβs still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-