[for some reason. maybe it's because romance constantly looks like a delectable snack? especially when he's sitting in his bed amongst his blankets like he belongs there. he's still breathing heavy, fingers cinching around the bedspread, his heart jackhammering against his ribs like it'll burst free at any moment.
sure, maybe it makes him easier to tease, but it also makes him more responsive.]
You're welcome.
[his voice is slightly strained, edging on whining when he's urged to come closer. he hurriedly toes his shoes off and climbs further up the bed, all but collapsing into romance's lap, both arms circling his midsection, his forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder.
mystery begins pressing kisses to romance's collarbones and chest, a soft little sigh passing his lips afterward.] I hope you like it.
not like *that* yet, thankfully
sure, maybe it makes him easier to tease, but it also makes him more responsive.]
You're welcome.
[his voice is slightly strained, edging on whining when he's urged to come closer. he hurriedly toes his shoes off and climbs further up the bed, all but collapsing into romance's lap, both arms circling his midsection, his forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder.
mystery begins pressing kisses to romance's collarbones and chest, a soft little sigh passing his lips afterward.] I hope you like it.