[ His control has cracked, and he's shivering, a hand skirting up Mystery's side to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to Romance's kisses - fierce, hungry, needy things that they are. His other hand slips between them, slicking himself with whatever he can get - precome, saliva, the heat between them. It isn't elegant - it's just desperate, like he's in a hurry to claim him back, make Mystery fully his. ]
You're mine.
[ There's no way Mystery can possibly understand just how much Romance means that, or what it means for the both of them.
Mystery hasn't done anything wrong, but when Romance had gotten that misfired text, he'd seen red, almost gone after Baby in that moment, only waiting for Mystery's response and reactions and explanations. He'd tear the world open for Mystery, that's how much he affects Romance.
He positions himself, sliding his hand up and down his length, using his own slick, pressing the head just against Mystery's entrance. ]
Promise me you're mine. [ He's already said it, and will probably regret it, but Romance wants to hear it again. ]
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You're mine.
[ There's no way Mystery can possibly understand just how much Romance means that, or what it means for the both of them.
Mystery hasn't done anything wrong, but when Romance had gotten that misfired text, he'd seen red, almost gone after Baby in that moment, only waiting for Mystery's response and reactions and explanations. He'd tear the world open for Mystery, that's how much he affects Romance.
He positions himself, sliding his hand up and down his length, using his own slick, pressing the head just against Mystery's entrance. ]
Promise me you're mine. [ He's already said it, and will probably regret it, but Romance wants to hear it again. ]