[his hand he still has on romance's shoulder grips, hard and unrelenting, likely enough to leave finger-shaped marks behind and mystery doesn't seem to care. let romance have just as many marks as he'd like, that way everyone will know they belong to one another and nobody else.
he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.
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he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.