[funny, because romance still tries, and even that's something in the grand scheme of things. to be fair, baby looks messier too, his hair not as styled as it might usually be, or his clothes sitting a little more cock-eyed than usual; it's just how things are now and they have to deal with it. (or pull themselves together and make themselves look more presentable if the time calls for it—) which, thankfully, isn't too often nowadays.
his attention is solely focused on romance's face, the way his expression shifts, that careful movement of his eyelashes and the press of his fingers past his lips. fuck, he could probably get off on just this, watching romance work his fingers with his mouth, but he's definitely far greedier than that and wants to feel him in other sorts of ways as well. for now, he keeps doing what he's doing, eyes eventually becoming half-lidded the longer he does, his heartbeat fluttering a little faster because god, it feels so good to do this, it's almost like a drug. not only does it feel euphoric, but he could easily get addicted to having romance this willing for him.
after a couple more seconds, baby stops the motion of his hand, his fingertips pressing down on romance's tongue, like he's trying to make saliva pool where they sit, then he withdraws the digits with a heavy sigh, a strand of spit still connecting them to romance's bottom lip as he lowers his hand. his hand quickens slightly on romance's cock, palm sliding over the head, his fingers tightening somewhat to offer more friction.]
How do you want to be for me? [he asks it so easily, so simply, one would think he's just asking any ordinary question but.] On your back? Staying on your hands and knees?
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his attention is solely focused on romance's face, the way his expression shifts, that careful movement of his eyelashes and the press of his fingers past his lips. fuck, he could probably get off on just this, watching romance work his fingers with his mouth, but he's definitely far greedier than that and wants to feel him in other sorts of ways as well. for now, he keeps doing what he's doing, eyes eventually becoming half-lidded the longer he does, his heartbeat fluttering a little faster because god, it feels so good to do this, it's almost like a drug. not only does it feel euphoric, but he could easily get addicted to having romance this willing for him.
after a couple more seconds, baby stops the motion of his hand, his fingertips pressing down on romance's tongue, like he's trying to make saliva pool where they sit, then he withdraws the digits with a heavy sigh, a strand of spit still connecting them to romance's bottom lip as he lowers his hand. his hand quickens slightly on romance's cock, palm sliding over the head, his fingers tightening somewhat to offer more friction.]
How do you want to be for me? [he asks it so easily, so simply, one would think he's just asking any ordinary question but.] On your back? Staying on your hands and knees?