[ Of course he does. Look who he is. Romance, the demon who spends hours in front of a mirror, who curates the perfect persona to get people to fall in love with him, who thrives on desire and want and need only to leave a soulless shell behind while he walks away with a full belly.
That isn't what's happening now.
His lips part and he breathes out long and slow, Baby's fingers a warm press on a wet tongue, lips closing around them, eyes following suit. It's easy, this. Sinking into it, following instructions. He's used to instruction, to their king hissing in his ear, telling him which soul to steal, which ones were evil and delectable enough to send back. ]
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[ Of course he does. Look who he is. Romance, the demon who spends hours in front of a mirror, who curates the perfect persona to get people to fall in love with him, who thrives on desire and want and need only to leave a soulless shell behind while he walks away with a full belly.
That isn't what's happening now.
His lips part and he breathes out long and slow, Baby's fingers a warm press on a wet tongue, lips closing around them, eyes following suit. It's easy, this. Sinking into it, following instructions. He's used to instruction, to their king hissing in his ear, telling him which soul to steal, which ones were evil and delectable enough to send back. ]