[the only reason he's like this is because of romance; the other demon should be pleased with himself, being able to make him unravel like this, to lose himself in a way he cannot seem to contain any time they're together. he knows he's said that he's too much before, but romance was genuinely telling the truth: he doesn't care and wants mystery to be himself, and it's been something that's stuck with him this entire time since that day he came to romance on his knees.
his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]
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his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]