[it makes him feel bad, but mystery just keeps wiping romance's face, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose— anywhere that he can reach, he leaves soft little brushes of his lips for reassurance, hoping it's enough to help quell the tears. he would never do anything to make romance feel made fun of, especially not in such a vulnerable position like this, and if romance needs anything else, he's ready and willing to give it to him.]
You're welcome.
[anything, he thinks, and that's when romance leans to kiss him properly again, stealing his breath away with how fervent it really is. he dips impossibly closer, hooking both arms around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold them in place.
however, his hands loosen when he feels himself being moved, both of them shifting to grip romance's shoulders instead once he's twisted and pressed down onto the bed. his breath leaves him in a soft huff as those hands dip beneath his shirt and nails scrape over his skin, causing him to immediately arch into the touch without second-guessing, the faintest smile quirking his lips at the edges.]
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You're welcome.
[anything, he thinks, and that's when romance leans to kiss him properly again, stealing his breath away with how fervent it really is. he dips impossibly closer, hooking both arms around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold them in place.
however, his hands loosen when he feels himself being moved, both of them shifting to grip romance's shoulders instead once he's twisted and pressed down onto the bed. his breath leaves him in a soft huff as those hands dip beneath his shirt and nails scrape over his skin, causing him to immediately arch into the touch without second-guessing, the faintest smile quirking his lips at the edges.]
Take me, then. I'm all yours, Romance.