[it's somewhat easier to think with romance's hand leaving his cock, but it's also a sensation that he wants to chase, a feeling to help him ignore all the emotions flooding through him that he isn't sure how to handle all at once. he knows he should say it back right away, especially with how he feels the same, but he's afraid. afraid that something so deep could further break what has already been cracked. somehow, it doesn't, though.
the words seep into the cracks, filling them in, warming him in a way he didn't think he'd ever feel again and yet here romance is, proving that wrong. maybe it's a lot all at once, that doesn't mean he won't say that he doesn't feel the same way because he does.
he strokes his hand through romance's hair, silently reassuring, another breathless noise passing his lips when the other demon grinds against him. it's easy enough to roll against him in kind, his legs shifting so he can wrap them around romance's waist, effectively locking them together, his breath borderlining on hyperventilating as romance rubs their cheeks together. he feels so full and not just for obvious reasons; his heart feels like it's going to burst.
no, romance said it at the right time, and despite his own worries, he can fully admit there's still a little lingering thing that bothers him.
saying it seems to break them a little further, with mystery falling silent again as romance lets his response sink in. he could mistake it for a heat of the moment thing, it's true, but the way it's said, the quiver in his voice, the way he moves to cradle romance's face again— there's no way he doesn't mean it. he would say it a hundred times if it meant that romance would believe him, except this one moment seems to work perfectly fine. he leans into romance's touch, sniffling slightly, his fingertips rubbing romance's cheeks in kind, slowly but surely moving down the sides of his neck to his shoulders where he lets his hands rest for now.]
I can't help it, [mystery admits quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking again.] I hurt you. We love each other and I hurt you. [he presses heavier against the hand on his face, reaching to hold it, his exhale trembling despite his best attempts.]
Please, Romance, I want you to hurt me back. Whatever you want to do to me, I— I deserve it.
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the words seep into the cracks, filling them in, warming him in a way he didn't think he'd ever feel again and yet here romance is, proving that wrong. maybe it's a lot all at once, that doesn't mean he won't say that he doesn't feel the same way because he does.
he strokes his hand through romance's hair, silently reassuring, another breathless noise passing his lips when the other demon grinds against him. it's easy enough to roll against him in kind, his legs shifting so he can wrap them around romance's waist, effectively locking them together, his breath borderlining on hyperventilating as romance rubs their cheeks together. he feels so full and not just for obvious reasons; his heart feels like it's going to burst.
no, romance said it at the right time, and despite his own worries, he can fully admit there's still a little lingering thing that bothers him.
saying it seems to break them a little further, with mystery falling silent again as romance lets his response sink in. he could mistake it for a heat of the moment thing, it's true, but the way it's said, the quiver in his voice, the way he moves to cradle romance's face again— there's no way he doesn't mean it. he would say it a hundred times if it meant that romance would believe him, except this one moment seems to work perfectly fine. he leans into romance's touch, sniffling slightly, his fingertips rubbing romance's cheeks in kind, slowly but surely moving down the sides of his neck to his shoulders where he lets his hands rest for now.]
I can't help it, [mystery admits quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking again.] I hurt you. We love each other and I hurt you. [he presses heavier against the hand on his face, reaching to hold it, his exhale trembling despite his best attempts.]
Please, Romance, I want you to hurt me back. Whatever you want to do to me, I— I deserve it.