[ It's a beautiful thing to see Abby lose control, and to know that he is the one that did it is intoxicating, and he's drunk from the power he's found. He falls apart beneath Romance and he can feel it - the jerk of hips, claws digging into his fair skin a little too deep, his head tipping back for a moment as pleasure bolts through him.
Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abbyβs cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]
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Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abbyβs cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]