[while it takes all his willpower to do so, he manages not to withdraw from romance licking up his neck, but he does raise his shoulders afterward in an attempt to duck down.
this isn't fair. mystery fucked up and here romance is, touching him and kissing him like it's totally fine when it's not. if anything, romance should be allowed to do whatever he wants, even if only briefly, then they could have things settled. (or that's what mystery's twisted mind thinks, anyway.)
but romance forgives him and keeps touching him, trailing down to his shoulder where he leaves a bite that makes his hips jolt and his mouth pop open in a soft gasp. again, he shakes his head, a little more wildly this time, but he's still careful to not knock their heads together or anything.] I don't— [which is why he doesn't say much else and what romance says next, well . . .
i love you. desperately. for a split second, he stops breathing altogether, his heart squeezed like it's in a vice, the sensation making him want to both scream and cry at the same time.
it doesn't dawn on him immediately that he should breathe, though when it does, he sucks in a breath, raises both his hands to romance's face and grabs him, forcing him up so they're face-to-face. he stares, his mouth hanging open slightly, as if he's searching for words that he can't find despite them being right on the tip of his tongue. he loves me? he loves me!
another, sharper inhale comes and he pushes forward to press their lips together in a searing kiss, one hand moving up into romance's hair, tangling through the strands while his opposite arm moves to wrap around him in a tight embrace. he holds it for a long moment, pouring all his feelings into the gesture first, but he does withdraw afterward, cheeks wet with fresh tears, his voice shaking slightly as he answers.] I-I love you too, Romance.
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this isn't fair. mystery fucked up and here romance is, touching him and kissing him like it's totally fine when it's not. if anything, romance should be allowed to do whatever he wants, even if only briefly, then they could have things settled. (or that's what mystery's twisted mind thinks, anyway.)
but romance forgives him and keeps touching him, trailing down to his shoulder where he leaves a bite that makes his hips jolt and his mouth pop open in a soft gasp. again, he shakes his head, a little more wildly this time, but he's still careful to not knock their heads together or anything.] I don't— [which is why he doesn't say much else and what romance says next, well . . .
i love you. desperately. for a split second, he stops breathing altogether, his heart squeezed like it's in a vice, the sensation making him want to both scream and cry at the same time.
it doesn't dawn on him immediately that he should breathe, though when it does, he sucks in a breath, raises both his hands to romance's face and grabs him, forcing him up so they're face-to-face. he stares, his mouth hanging open slightly, as if he's searching for words that he can't find despite them being right on the tip of his tongue. he loves me? he loves me!
another, sharper inhale comes and he pushes forward to press their lips together in a searing kiss, one hand moving up into romance's hair, tangling through the strands while his opposite arm moves to wrap around him in a tight embrace. he holds it for a long moment, pouring all his feelings into the gesture first, but he does withdraw afterward, cheeks wet with fresh tears, his voice shaking slightly as he answers.] I-I love you too, Romance.