[their fingers intertwine and mystery's heartbeat jumps, his breath still shaking a little as he exhales, his eyes fluttering shut whenever romance rests their foreheads together. this is too kind for him, he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve romance's affection after everything . . .
maybe romance isn't as jealous anymore, that doesn't lessen the fact he royally fucked up and he has to do something to make up for it; hurting him in return is the only thing he can think of that seems to be on equal footing.
it doesn't occur to him that making love could be just as much of a forgiveness as hurting him is. not immediately, anyway. give him a moment to let romance's words sink in somewhat deeper and perhaps it will dawn on him that it's a much better choice, especially in comparison to the other idea.
mystery trembles whenever romance noses along his hair, his hand clenching a little tighter to the one holding his, the timbre of romance's voice a comfort in this trying time.
of course, he will always want romance's teeth on him, whether it's a show of affection or possession, he doesn't care as long as romance is only doing it to him. he groans quietly at their hips rolling together again, his head tilting faintly so he can rest it against romance's, breath coming in a sharp gasp at the heat across his neck.
please, he wants to beg once more, relentlessly plead with romance to do something to make him feel like he'd felt not so long ago, but romance seems dead-set on giving him the opposite. he's holding his hand, grinding against him with purpose, making him feel treasured rather than rejected, and mystery wants to scream and cry, unsure how to handle the emotions that bubble up alongside such sweet gestures.
he finally lets his eyes flutter back open, mouth opening like he's going to protest, but then romance grabs his face and all he can do his gape, wide golden eyes staring up at him. don't ask me to hurt the person i'd die for. fuck, his heart, it really is going to explode at this rate.
his throat works with some extra effort, both of his hands moving this time, one of them drifting along romance's shoulder while the opposite one reaches to grasp his wrist, not pulling him away from holding him as much as it's just gripping.]
Okay, [mystery rasps, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks again, his thumb rubbing against the inside of romance's wrist. how could he be so stupid, asking romance to do something like that? god, he really is just fucking up all over the place tonight—
but perhaps he can try again? try something that's a little less harmful.] ...make love to me, then. Show me I'm yours over and over again and don't stop until we're both appeased.
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maybe romance isn't as jealous anymore, that doesn't lessen the fact he royally fucked up and he has to do something to make up for it; hurting him in return is the only thing he can think of that seems to be on equal footing.
it doesn't occur to him that making love could be just as much of a forgiveness as hurting him is. not immediately, anyway. give him a moment to let romance's words sink in somewhat deeper and perhaps it will dawn on him that it's a much better choice, especially in comparison to the other idea.
mystery trembles whenever romance noses along his hair, his hand clenching a little tighter to the one holding his, the timbre of romance's voice a comfort in this trying time.
of course, he will always want romance's teeth on him, whether it's a show of affection or possession, he doesn't care as long as romance is only doing it to him. he groans quietly at their hips rolling together again, his head tilting faintly so he can rest it against romance's, breath coming in a sharp gasp at the heat across his neck.
please, he wants to beg once more, relentlessly plead with romance to do something to make him feel like he'd felt not so long ago, but romance seems dead-set on giving him the opposite. he's holding his hand, grinding against him with purpose, making him feel treasured rather than rejected, and mystery wants to scream and cry, unsure how to handle the emotions that bubble up alongside such sweet gestures.
he finally lets his eyes flutter back open, mouth opening like he's going to protest, but then romance grabs his face and all he can do his gape, wide golden eyes staring up at him. don't ask me to hurt the person i'd die for. fuck, his heart, it really is going to explode at this rate.
his throat works with some extra effort, both of his hands moving this time, one of them drifting along romance's shoulder while the opposite one reaches to grasp his wrist, not pulling him away from holding him as much as it's just gripping.]
Okay, [mystery rasps, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks again, his thumb rubbing against the inside of romance's wrist. how could he be so stupid, asking romance to do something like that? god, he really is just fucking up all over the place tonight—
but perhaps he can try again? try something that's a little less harmful.] ...make love to me, then. Show me I'm yours over and over again and don't stop until we're both appeased.