[ Romance’s breath catches when Mystery’s teeth graze over his skin. It’s embarrassingly easy, the way his whole body reacts to even the suggestion of being marked, like he's been waiting for Mystery’s mouth specifically his entire life. Even his skin knows who it belongs to.
His nails turn sharp, dragging up the length of his back, back down, then back up. There's a pleased purr in his chest, deep and primal, a soft rumble vibrating through his bones. He'll put up with the sweet kisses, the touches fora few moments more, but then he's rolling them, settling over Mystery, a knee between his thighs.
He brushes his mouth against Mystery’s jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his lip; soft and almost maddening in how gentle it is compared to where this is clearly going. ]
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His nails turn sharp, dragging up the length of his back, back down, then back up. There's a pleased purr in his chest, deep and primal, a soft rumble vibrating through his bones. He'll put up with the sweet kisses, the touches fora few moments more, but then he's rolling them, settling over Mystery, a knee between his thighs.
He brushes his mouth against Mystery’s jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his lip; soft and almost maddening in how gentle it is compared to where this is clearly going. ]
I think you've ruined me, my little star.