[ God, Mystery is utterly exquisite. The elegant arch of his spine, the muffled groan, the rise and fall of his chest as he comes undone. He'd noticed Mystery's allure before, of course he had, but he hadn't fully appreciated it until Mystery had come to him on his knees in supplication, as if he were begging for penance for some imagined sin.
Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
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Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
You are my sunshine, darling.