[If Abby had a soul left, he'd have given it to Romance just then, drawn out of him with the almost bratty movement of those pretty hips. For a solid few moments, he cannot recall his own name, and he reluctantly accepts that it was his turn to be completely ruined.
By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]
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By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]