[Abby knows he's getting in too deep when he's nervous about the answer, so easily handing Romance the means to hurt him. No demon should do that, especially with another demon, and especially not one that harvested souls by making people fall in love.
Any logical person, maybe Jinu, would tell him this was a mistake.
But the answer is favorable, and there's a flash of relief in his eyes--before he schools his expression into something more smug, pretending that he totally knew it was fine and he was hot and Romance wanted him. Definitely no lingering guilt in his past that would make him feel unworthy, surely!]
We can always break mine next. [He offers, winking at Romance before giving him a look over... With the relief of Romance accepting him, he could focus on more important things.] ...Wanna go again before Jinu needs us? [Like, uh, being a horny bastard.]
[ Romance has been on that particular duty for a long, long time. Abby would be right not to trust him. Romance has spent centuries molding himself into whatever shape Gwi-Ma needed - temptation, distraction, seduction, executioner. He's a honeypot, and he's very good at being something he isn’t.
He's also an incredibly toxic little thing. People really shouldn't get involved with him at all, not beyond their little potential boy band group.
When he's himself it doesn't tend to go well. Limerance is a tidal wave that drowns both him and his victims, and Abby's already wandered into the danger zone. It's far to easy to picture the two of them visiting the sea, feeling the sunlight and hearing the thrum of hooves in sand. A fine meal shared, all the sujo they can consume.
It's something he's trying to forcibly hold back. Romance can quickly become too much, and he is barreling in that direction, head first. And Abby is...different. Romance has certainly been around the block a few hundred times, but then Abby says We can always break mine next, and winks at him like some gorgeous idiot, and Romance’s restraint goes up in flames. ]
Yes. [ The answer whooshes out of him, coasting on both a sigh and a laugh, lips curving into a smile. ] Yes, I do.
[The satisfied smirk that hooks across his handsome features is absurd, on a winning streak and letting it ride.]
C'mere- [He wraps one of his strong arms around Romance's trim waist, tugging the other man along as he rolls onto his back. Why did Romance even bother having a normal bed when he had an amply muscular one right here?
On his back he can actually use his hands, stroking the fingers of one hand along Romance's spine, giving just the faintest edge of claws. This is already a bit more tender, Abby isn't trying to convince Romance this time, he doesn't have to.
But before Romance assumes this will be a gentle round of extremely vanilla lovemaking, Abby's other hand gravitates towards his ass, giving it a good open-palmed slap before just grabbing a handful and squeezing. You can take the man from the barbarians, but you can't take the barbarian out of the man. Or something.]
Romance squawks at the manhandling and the indecency of the slap to his ass, you absolute heathen.
The claw down his spine, though - that has him distracted, a shiver rippling through his body, goose flesh pricking this skin. His hands lay flat on Abby’s chest, the lightest prick of claws pressing against him as he adjusts, straddling him properly, thighs hugging his sides.
He’s still in desperate need of a shower; he’s absolutely filthy, his hair is a mess and he’s entirely disheveled. It’s making him a little anxious - he doesn’t let people see him this raw. He’s very particular about his appearance, about how he chooses to present himself, and after waking up looking like a poodle after a bad spa day, he’s a little self-conscious.
And yet… Abby doesn’t care. And that’s either because there is truly something developing here or he’s just a brute with a high libido. Either way, he’s not looking at Romance in disgust. He wants Romance just as he is, still a little sleepy, warm from where he’d been under blankets, hair tangled, no longer perfectly styled.
Slowly, his claws drag down Abby’s chest. Not hard, just the lightest touch, almost ticklish.
They trace lower, drifting over Abby’s stomach, and curling against his hips. Romance shifts forward, slowly rolling his hips down to feel the heat of him between high thighs. It makes him shiver again, teeth coming down on his lower lip. ]
[Someday down the line, while having strawberries in a grassy field, Abby's head resting in his lap, he'll tell Romance more about what he remembers. Unfortunately a lot, as Gwi-Ma had ammo for days--centuries, even.
One tends to have to become comfortable with being uncomfortable when living a nomadic lifestyle, unable to lovingly curate a space for himself like Romance had here. And that's leaving aside the very lax hygiene standards of a bunch of overly aggressive men, living in a pack, constantly fighting each other for rank.
So what the hell does he care if Romance isn't all done up? It seems obvious enough to him, which is why he thinks nothing of it.
Instead, he only continues to prove his attraction to Romance, making a low, pleased sound as he feels the prick of claws on his chest, warm thighs spreading to straddle him. The low thrum of arousal he felt on waking has been rewarded, stiffening steadily between Romance's soft thighs, especially with those hands resting on his hips.
But in the midst of this, he's going to reach up and stroke over Romance's fluffy bed hair, clearing it from his face. Really, Abby just wants to see the lewd expressions he makes, but his hand lingers on Romance's cheek, rather liking how raw he looks.]
[ The touch to his hair makes him pause, look down at Abby with an unreadable expression on his face.
It's silly - of everything Abby has done to him in the last twelve hours or so, this really shouldn't be the thing that sends him over the edge. It's not the claws, not being pounded into another dimension, not the way Abby's cock is firming up between his thighs.
No, it's the almost gentle way his fingers slide through Romance's hair and brush it aside like he wants to see him, all of him, even the pieces Romance hides.
He could also be reading far too much into this, into everything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd completely misinterpreted something, creating an entire scenario in his head that doesn't exist. It's just...intimate in a way he isn't used to, and Romance's hands come back up to brace on Abby's chest, like he needs something to hold onto while his insides liquify.
Don't you dare, Romance. Don't you dare.
He doesn't say a word, only lets his lips curve into a sly little smile like he knows some secret Abby doesn't, and casually rolls his hips, smooth and practiced, heat and friction between them, Romance's interest obvious as it presses against Abby's stomach. ]
[Not having the chance to touch someone like this would do that, Abby soaking in how novel it is to be intimate with someone. It helps that Romance feeds into it, hands sliding along his chest, the firm warmth of that erection bumping along his abs.
He returns the conspiratory smile, shifting his hips until their lengths are closer together, Abby gripping them together in one hand, stroking softly. Again, he's struck by just how much prettier everything is when it comes to Romance--even his cock has a sweet flush to it.
But he can't maintain softness and sweetness for too long, it's not in his nature. The hand on Romance's cheek shifts, his fingers spreading, and his thumb nudging against Romance's mouth. Abby's smirk is sharper, honed in on how pretty Romance's lips are.
He's not going to be able to focus on anything while they're topside, is he? Not with Romance there. Not with those eyes and pouting lips, making him throb.]
[ Abby’s body really is magnificent; all heat and carved muscle. He looks like David in all his magnificence, carefully sculpted with all the love in the world, one of man's greatest creations. His hands glide over him slow, chest ot abdomen, up over his shoulders then down his arms in slow, appreciative sweeps.
Romance knows it wont stay soft and sweet that long, and it's fine by him, but while he has this moment, Romance indulges. carefully mapping Abby out like he's creating an atlas of his body.
Just the touching has him hard, Abby doesn't even have to do anything but exist under his hands and let Romance trace constellations in his skin. It's pathetic, really, if he dwells on it long enough. He's weak, weak to this, weak to the demon underneath him and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours.
He’s crazy. Certifiably insane. Not that this should surprise anyone, least of all himself, but it feels like a revelation, sharp and bright and terrifying.
Abby brings his attention back to the present when he moves, shifting his hips and wrapping his hand around both of them. His fingertips press against skin harder, sharper, and he tips his head against Abby's hand, never breaking their gaze. His lips part under the pressure of Abby's thumb and licks, lets himself smile again, lets his sharp teeth graze when he moves his head.
Romance plans on keeping Abby's attention for as long as he can. He's always been good at keeping people's attention. ]
[Once again, Abby is too involved with the now to start worrying about the way Romance is making him feel, letting the appreciative touches and fond gaze add to his enjoyment of the moment. He doesn't consider that Romance is struggling internally with new revelations about himself, about the two of them together.
No, he's allowing his inner-demon to bleed into the encounter, pressing his thumb into Romance's mouth with an absolutely devious smirk, responding to the edge of teeth with his own flash of claw. Gentle, just the suggestion of danger. It's obvious how much he enjoys the sight, Romance gazing into his eyes, lips slightly wet. His dick throbs noticeably against Romance's, groaning a little as he strokes them together just a little faster.]
God, you're beautiful- [He breathes, withdrawing his thumb to smear against Romance's mouth, wetting his lips.
If Romance sees him as a man chiseled from marble, then Abby sees an ethereal beauty, like a painting, something too perfect to be natural.
And also a seriously hot piece of ass. Duality of man and all that.]
Really, he should be used to it. He's heard it before, countless times. Whispered in the dark against his neck, licked into his skin. But coming from Abby, it hits different.
His mind tries to drag him under, deep into the what-ifs and never-weres, the doomed fantasies he’s built entire lifetimes around. This self-destruction, it's simply part of who he is, part of the creature he's become. He thinks about the now, the past. The future. Obsesses over what could and will be, ending up perpetually disappointed that the 'could be' is never what happens.
It would be so easy to drown in it, but Abby keeps him focused in the now. The press of his hand around them both, the weight of him beneath Romance's thighs, it keeps him centered.
It stops Romance from spiraling into the darkness, into the inky blackness where the only one who can hurt him is their king. And even if Abby decides to throw him to the curb and walk away, he has at least given him these moments of serenity and pleasure.
He flashes a radiant smile at Abby, one reserved for him and him alone. ]
You, [ he purrs, licking at his thumb, teeth nipping before he finishes his sentence, ] are exquisite.
He's noticed, there's something very specifically controlled about the way Romance smiles. Seductive smiles are just-so, devious ones need the right amount of teeth, and so on. He admits to not knowing enough about Romance to place why this specific smile is different, but it makes him feel... warm. Wanted, and not just in a physical sense.
Not that he was complaining about physical desire, far from it, considering he was committing the way Romance looked right now to memory. Flushed skin, messy hair, gorgeous smile...
Exquisite? That was new, Abby finding that he rather liked it.
His hand slid down from Romance's face, down his neck, and over his chest, tweaking a nipple with his slick thumb on the way by. The other hand pulled away with a last long stroke, both hands settling on Romance's thighs, teasing him with the sting of claws before sliding his hands back to cup his shapely ass.
Abby's not subtle when he tugs Romance closer, lifting his hips and positioning him more over Abby's lap.]
Mmn, think so? [He asks, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively.] Bet I feel exquisite, too.
[ There are different smiles and expressions for every occasion, yes. Abby is observant to notice that. Romance is very practiced at his ‘job’, which means expertly masking the difference between sincere, ‘I have to do this’, ‘I’m literally here to use you’, and ‘get fucked’ smiles. All are similar in scope, none truly genuine. So, it isn’t surprising that while Abby doesn’t know the how of it, he recognizes that it is different… that’s impressive.
His head tips back, exposing the marks Abby has left, notably the most recent one he left, the one Romance isn’t going to be able to hide. Abby’s hands on him - sliding down his throat, teasing his nipple, gripping his thighs, cupping his ass and physically moving him - it steals the breath right out of Romance’s lungs. The heat of his body beneath him, the sheer brute strength… it has him achingly hard, tip of his cock glistening, breath catching in his throat when he looks back down, wetting his lips, tongue sweeping over the place Abby’s thumb had smeared a moment before.
He likes being manhandled, maybe. Definitely.
He traces sharp fingertips over the patterns on Abby’s body, head tilted as he gives a casual rock of his hips. ]
[The way Romance is looking at him--licking his lips, arching into the touch, long lashes over his eyes--Abby feels a jolt go straight down to his hips, groaning low as he gazes up at the other demon with half-lidded, lust glazed eyes. The flattery also helps, since someone as flawless as Romance would certainly know how to identify something exquisite, no? His furniture choices seemed to imply it.
What was left of it, anyway.
A leisurely roll of his hips has his own leaking tip sliding along Romance's skin, growling in some pleased, animal way. Claws dig slightly into the soft flesh of his ass as Abby adjusts him, holding him open until he's obscenely nudging the wet head against his entrance.
Chest arching into the scrape of claws, his patterns ripple a shade darker, paired with a pleased, demonic growl. It's hard to be ashamed of his nature when he's being so thoroughly rewarded for it, the room rumbling faintly around them, the mirror shards tinkling along the ground.]
Look at you, [ He purrs, lips damp from his own tongue as he stares down at Abby's face. The sharp lines of his jaw, his cheekbones, the sweep of mussed hair over his forehead.
He glances over his shoulder at the floor where glass shivers in the fibers of his rug, dancing from the vibrations of Abby's growl. The rest of his interior design is going to be ruined by Abby's single snarl.
It does something to him he doesn't anticipate; it makes his muscles tense and he feels deliciously like prey that has just heard the predator behind it. His head swims and he feels drunk on it, skin warm, leaning slightly forward, takes a sharp breath in through his nose, lets his lungs fill. He can feel him, Abby's just there and it isn't enough, and he's starting to think maybe it'll never be enough. He's like an addict, seeking his next hit, hungry for the demon underneath him.
Romance leans down, hands sliding from chest to shoulders to the bed, planting on either side of his head. Lips brush Abby’s cheek as he exhales the sigh he's drank in, voice dropping into something smokey velvet, right in his ear. ]
Abby, please. [ Romance is all demon, soft violet with patterns scrawling over his skin like spilled ink. His hair is a mess, in his face, tickling Abby's cheeks. His grip flexes; he's being teased, and it's frustrating enough he nips Abby's ear, a sharp warning. He's pretty, but he bites. He's used to getting what he wants in whatever form that may be, and Abby's driving him crazy.
His nails prick at the sheets, tearing lines in the material on either side of Abby's body. His shit is shredded anyway, at this point he's going to just lean into it. It's tender carnality at its finest; torn silk, warm demon thighs, predatory growls, and obliterated self-control. Romance is milliseconds from simply dropping himself down onto Abby's dick and doing it himself. ]
[It's his inner warlord showing itself, laughter dark and pleased, teasing Romance with the possibility without giving in. Brash, strong, and a known capacity for cruelty--but only currently being used to gently torment his new lover.
They're both unglamoured, no less desperate for one another despite it, and Abby doesn't quite hear the faint murmur in the back of his head for once. Maybe later he'll consider what it felt like to temporarily not feel shame, so convinced by Romance's desire.
There's a different voice instead, murmuring beside his ear before biting down, making his hips jump just enough to almost give Romance what he wanted, perhaps intentionally only sliding along the outside. Even while getting harder to concentrate, he enjoys Romance's aroused frustration, just barely starting to press Romance's hips down, easing the tip in just enough to make him squirm.]
Please, what? [He asks, but his voice is somewhat breathless, struggling in his own way. Maybe it's just empowering to know that even the most beautiful and alluring of romance demons can't control his urges, Abby holding him firm, not letting him drop his hips too much.]
[ Romance is agitated, all claws and teeth, squirming against Abby's grip. Trying to wrench free and drop down on his on his own isn't working, and neither is the inhuman hiss that ghosts over Abby's ear. He's annoyed in the way that only a lover can be when they're not getting what they want.
Abby said Please, what? like a villain licking a knife, and Romance kind of wants to stab him with it, no matter how nice his abs are. He's being infuriating, and Romance wants to both kiss him and claw his face off.
He flexes his thighs, muscles moving under Abby's hands. His cheeks have flushed a bruised rose, heat rising to his face under soft violet skin. ]
You're really going to make me beg. [ You absolute bitch. ]
[Romance's frustration with him is far more fun than it should be, rather enjoying how he blusters and complains and hisses--but doesn't end up kicking him out. No, the reward seems worth the journey, Abby relenting and allowing him to slide down just enough for the full head of his cock to press inside.
His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]
[ The head slides in and it earns Abby a choked gasp, a twist of Romance's pretty face into something feral with a flash of teeth as he glares down at Abby.
That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?
[Abby wasn't exactly prepared for Romance's agitation to turn into teasing, failing to bite back a moan as the other demon rolls and pulls with his trim hips, demanding a response. His grip slips just a little, enough for Romance to sink just a bit further down, sending another obvious ripple of tension through Abby's muscles.
He'd been so pleased with himself, being so forceful and in control on top the previous night, but he'd given Romance the leverage this time and was paying for it. Not that there was a single thing to complain about, he got what he wanted either way, goosebumps prickling where that lone finger traces down his body.
At one point he wondered how a demon doing something like being romantic could ever be a threat, but he's learning today. Being taught that some sensations, some sights, could be worth losing one's soul for.]
You're just-- Nnh-! [An obscene groan while attempting to reply--a damning thing, composure rapidly fraying, his grip on Romance not nearly as tight. Abby is being read like a book and he needs to decide whether to embrace it or feign stoicism.
The choice isn't as hard as one might think, golden eyes rolling back in ecstasy, grip loose enough that Romance could sink down, take as much as he craved.]
[ When you can't beat them, play the game against them. Or something like that.
Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abby’s composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
You’re all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.
Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]
Yes, yes I am. [ Romance breathes, hand sliding into Abby's hair, tangling in raspberry strands, too gentle to be called anything other than what it is - intimate.
He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abby’s hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didn’t mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.
[Romance's voice alone could ruin Abby, gazing up at the other demon like he were a succubus intent on draining his energy, to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams, to ruin him for anyone else.
Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]
[ If there's anything Romance can probably succeed at, it's that. He's well versed in ruining people in many ways, and if he can destroy Abby's preferences for anyone else until the end of time...
Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. He’s careful not to break skin — barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, he’s still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-
[Even if Romance's talons did break skin, Abby was way too far gone to care. As long as it was Romance touching him, he might allow anything--which was the sentiment fogging every single thought he tried to muster up, utterly consumed.
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be alone in that. Romance bent over him, gazing into his eyes, pleading for him to come back, to promise that this will happen again and again. Abby can't control himself, he surges forward, capturing Romance's lips in a passionate kiss.
It feels like so long ago he was mass texting pictures of his abdomen to everyone else, Romance's singular reply leading them to this point. He might pat himself on the back for that forever.
As it stands, he's moaning into Romance's mouth, matching the pumping of his fingers to the roll of his hips. Using nearly every muscle in his body to hit just the right angle, hold him just-so-- If Romance is in fact going to ruin him for anyone else, then he may as well ruin Romance as thoroughly as he possibly can in return.]
Mmnh, that's my good boy...
[Not immune to his own games, Abby throbbed noticeably, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he abruptly slowed the pace. Breathing ragged, he was doing his level best not to come first, for whatever competitive reason.]
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Any logical person, maybe Jinu, would tell him this was a mistake.
But the answer is favorable, and there's a flash of relief in his eyes--before he schools his expression into something more smug, pretending that he totally knew it was fine and he was hot and Romance wanted him. Definitely no lingering guilt in his past that would make him feel unworthy, surely!]
We can always break mine next. [He offers, winking at Romance before giving him a look over... With the relief of Romance accepting him, he could focus on more important things.] ...Wanna go again before Jinu needs us? [Like, uh, being a horny bastard.]
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He's also an incredibly toxic little thing. People really shouldn't get involved with him at all, not beyond their little potential boy band group.
When he's himself it doesn't tend to go well. Limerance is a tidal wave that drowns both him and his victims, and Abby's already wandered into the danger zone. It's far to easy to picture the two of them visiting the sea, feeling the sunlight and hearing the thrum of hooves in sand. A fine meal shared, all the sujo they can consume.
It's something he's trying to forcibly hold back. Romance can quickly become too much, and he is barreling in that direction, head first. And Abby is...different. Romance has certainly been around the block a few hundred times, but then Abby says We can always break mine next, and winks at him like some gorgeous idiot, and Romance’s restraint goes up in flames. ]
Yes. [ The answer whooshes out of him, coasting on both a sigh and a laugh, lips curving into a smile. ] Yes, I do.
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C'mere- [He wraps one of his strong arms around Romance's trim waist, tugging the other man along as he rolls onto his back. Why did Romance even bother having a normal bed when he had an amply muscular one right here?
On his back he can actually use his hands, stroking the fingers of one hand along Romance's spine, giving just the faintest edge of claws. This is already a bit more tender, Abby isn't trying to convince Romance this time, he doesn't have to.
But before Romance assumes this will be a gentle round of extremely vanilla lovemaking, Abby's other hand gravitates towards his ass, giving it a good open-palmed slap before just grabbing a handful and squeezing. You can take the man from the barbarians, but you can't take the barbarian out of the man. Or something.]
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Romance squawks at the manhandling and the indecency of the slap to his ass, you absolute heathen.
The claw down his spine, though - that has him distracted, a shiver rippling through his body, goose flesh pricking this skin. His hands lay flat on Abby’s chest, the lightest prick of claws pressing against him as he adjusts, straddling him properly, thighs hugging his sides.
He’s still in desperate need of a shower; he’s absolutely filthy, his hair is a mess and he’s entirely disheveled. It’s making him a little anxious - he doesn’t let people see him this raw. He’s very particular about his appearance, about how he chooses to present himself, and after waking up looking like a poodle after a bad spa day, he’s a little self-conscious.
And yet… Abby doesn’t care. And that’s either because there is truly something developing here or he’s just a brute with a high libido. Either way, he’s not looking at Romance in disgust. He wants Romance just as he is, still a little sleepy, warm from where he’d been under blankets, hair tangled, no longer perfectly styled.
Slowly, his claws drag down Abby’s chest. Not hard, just the lightest touch, almost ticklish.
They trace lower, drifting over Abby’s stomach, and curling against his hips. Romance shifts forward, slowly rolling his hips down to feel the heat of him between high thighs. It makes him shiver again, teeth coming down on his lower lip. ]
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One tends to have to become comfortable with being uncomfortable when living a nomadic lifestyle, unable to lovingly curate a space for himself like Romance had here. And that's leaving aside the very lax hygiene standards of a bunch of overly aggressive men, living in a pack, constantly fighting each other for rank.
So what the hell does he care if Romance isn't all done up? It seems obvious enough to him, which is why he thinks nothing of it.
Instead, he only continues to prove his attraction to Romance, making a low, pleased sound as he feels the prick of claws on his chest, warm thighs spreading to straddle him. The low thrum of arousal he felt on waking has been rewarded, stiffening steadily between Romance's soft thighs, especially with those hands resting on his hips.
But in the midst of this, he's going to reach up and stroke over Romance's fluffy bed hair, clearing it from his face. Really, Abby just wants to see the lewd expressions he makes, but his hand lingers on Romance's cheek, rather liking how raw he looks.]
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It's silly - of everything Abby has done to him in the last twelve hours or so, this really shouldn't be the thing that sends him over the edge. It's not the claws, not being pounded into another dimension, not the way Abby's cock is firming up between his thighs.
No, it's the almost gentle way his fingers slide through Romance's hair and brush it aside like he wants to see him, all of him, even the pieces Romance hides.
He could also be reading far too much into this, into everything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd completely misinterpreted something, creating an entire scenario in his head that doesn't exist. It's just...intimate in a way he isn't used to, and Romance's hands come back up to brace on Abby's chest, like he needs something to hold onto while his insides liquify.
Don't you dare, Romance. Don't you dare.
He doesn't say a word, only lets his lips curve into a sly little smile like he knows some secret Abby doesn't, and casually rolls his hips, smooth and practiced, heat and friction between them, Romance's interest obvious as it presses against Abby's stomach. ]
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He returns the conspiratory smile, shifting his hips until their lengths are closer together, Abby gripping them together in one hand, stroking softly. Again, he's struck by just how much prettier everything is when it comes to Romance--even his cock has a sweet flush to it.
But he can't maintain softness and sweetness for too long, it's not in his nature. The hand on Romance's cheek shifts, his fingers spreading, and his thumb nudging against Romance's mouth. Abby's smirk is sharper, honed in on how pretty Romance's lips are.
He's not going to be able to focus on anything while they're topside, is he? Not with Romance there. Not with those eyes and pouting lips, making him throb.]
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Romance knows it wont stay soft and sweet that long, and it's fine by him, but while he has this moment, Romance indulges. carefully mapping Abby out like he's creating an atlas of his body.
Just the touching has him hard, Abby doesn't even have to do anything but exist under his hands and let Romance trace constellations in his skin. It's pathetic, really, if he dwells on it long enough. He's weak, weak to this, weak to the demon underneath him and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours.
He’s crazy. Certifiably insane. Not that this should surprise anyone, least of all himself, but it feels like a revelation, sharp and bright and terrifying.
Abby brings his attention back to the present when he moves, shifting his hips and wrapping his hand around both of them. His fingertips press against skin harder, sharper, and he tips his head against Abby's hand, never breaking their gaze. His lips part under the pressure of Abby's thumb and licks, lets himself smile again, lets his sharp teeth graze when he moves his head.
Romance plans on keeping Abby's attention for as long as he can. He's always been good at keeping people's attention. ]
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No, he's allowing his inner-demon to bleed into the encounter, pressing his thumb into Romance's mouth with an absolutely devious smirk, responding to the edge of teeth with his own flash of claw. Gentle, just the suggestion of danger. It's obvious how much he enjoys the sight, Romance gazing into his eyes, lips slightly wet. His dick throbs noticeably against Romance's, groaning a little as he strokes them together just a little faster.]
God, you're beautiful- [He breathes, withdrawing his thumb to smear against Romance's mouth, wetting his lips.
If Romance sees him as a man chiseled from marble, then Abby sees an ethereal beauty, like a painting, something too perfect to be natural.
And also a seriously hot piece of ass. Duality of man and all that.]
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Really, he should be used to it. He's heard it before, countless times. Whispered in the dark against his neck, licked into his skin. But coming from Abby, it hits different.
His mind tries to drag him under, deep into the what-ifs and never-weres, the doomed fantasies he’s built entire lifetimes around. This self-destruction, it's simply part of who he is, part of the creature he's become. He thinks about the now, the past. The future. Obsesses over what could and will be, ending up perpetually disappointed that the 'could be' is never what happens.
It would be so easy to drown in it, but Abby keeps him focused in the now. The press of his hand around them both, the weight of him beneath Romance's thighs, it keeps him centered.
It stops Romance from spiraling into the darkness, into the inky blackness where the only one who can hurt him is their king. And even if Abby decides to throw him to the curb and walk away, he has at least given him these moments of serenity and pleasure.
He flashes a radiant smile at Abby, one reserved for him and him alone. ]
You, [ he purrs, licking at his thumb, teeth nipping before he finishes his sentence, ] are exquisite.
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He's noticed, there's something very specifically controlled about the way Romance smiles. Seductive smiles are just-so, devious ones need the right amount of teeth, and so on. He admits to not knowing enough about Romance to place why this specific smile is different, but it makes him feel... warm. Wanted, and not just in a physical sense.
Not that he was complaining about physical desire, far from it, considering he was committing the way Romance looked right now to memory. Flushed skin, messy hair, gorgeous smile...
Exquisite? That was new, Abby finding that he rather liked it.
His hand slid down from Romance's face, down his neck, and over his chest, tweaking a nipple with his slick thumb on the way by. The other hand pulled away with a last long stroke, both hands settling on Romance's thighs, teasing him with the sting of claws before sliding his hands back to cup his shapely ass.
Abby's not subtle when he tugs Romance closer, lifting his hips and positioning him more over Abby's lap.]
Mmn, think so? [He asks, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively.] Bet I feel exquisite, too.
[He really thought he did something with that.]
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His head tips back, exposing the marks Abby has left, notably the most recent one he left, the one Romance isn’t going to be able to hide. Abby’s hands on him - sliding down his throat, teasing his nipple, gripping his thighs, cupping his ass and physically moving him - it steals the breath right out of Romance’s lungs. The heat of his body beneath him, the sheer brute strength… it has him achingly hard, tip of his cock glistening, breath catching in his throat when he looks back down, wetting his lips, tongue sweeping over the place Abby’s thumb had smeared a moment before.
He likes being manhandled, maybe. Definitely.
He traces sharp fingertips over the patterns on Abby’s body, head tilted as he gives a casual rock of his hips. ]
Exquisite doesn’t even begin to cover it.
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What was left of it, anyway.
A leisurely roll of his hips has his own leaking tip sliding along Romance's skin, growling in some pleased, animal way. Claws dig slightly into the soft flesh of his ass as Abby adjusts him, holding him open until he's obscenely nudging the wet head against his entrance.
Chest arching into the scrape of claws, his patterns ripple a shade darker, paired with a pleased, demonic growl. It's hard to be ashamed of his nature when he's being so thoroughly rewarded for it, the room rumbling faintly around them, the mirror shards tinkling along the ground.]
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He glances over his shoulder at the floor where glass shivers in the fibers of his rug, dancing from the vibrations of Abby's growl. The rest of his interior design is going to be ruined by Abby's single snarl.
It does something to him he doesn't anticipate; it makes his muscles tense and he feels deliciously like prey that has just heard the predator behind it. His head swims and he feels drunk on it, skin warm, leaning slightly forward, takes a sharp breath in through his nose, lets his lungs fill. He can feel him, Abby's just there and it isn't enough, and he's starting to think maybe it'll never be enough. He's like an addict, seeking his next hit, hungry for the demon underneath him.
Romance leans down, hands sliding from chest to shoulders to the bed, planting on either side of his head. Lips brush Abby’s cheek as he exhales the sigh he's drank in, voice dropping into something smokey velvet, right in his ear. ]
Abby, please. [ Romance is all demon, soft violet with patterns scrawling over his skin like spilled ink. His hair is a mess, in his face, tickling Abby's cheeks. His grip flexes; he's being teased, and it's frustrating enough he nips Abby's ear, a sharp warning. He's pretty, but he bites. He's used to getting what he wants in whatever form that may be, and Abby's driving him crazy.
His nails prick at the sheets, tearing lines in the material on either side of Abby's body. His shit is shredded anyway, at this point he's going to just lean into it. It's tender carnality at its finest; torn silk, warm demon thighs, predatory growls, and obliterated self-control. Romance is milliseconds from simply dropping himself down onto Abby's dick and doing it himself. ]
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They're both unglamoured, no less desperate for one another despite it, and Abby doesn't quite hear the faint murmur in the back of his head for once. Maybe later he'll consider what it felt like to temporarily not feel shame, so convinced by Romance's desire.
There's a different voice instead, murmuring beside his ear before biting down, making his hips jump just enough to almost give Romance what he wanted, perhaps intentionally only sliding along the outside. Even while getting harder to concentrate, he enjoys Romance's aroused frustration, just barely starting to press Romance's hips down, easing the tip in just enough to make him squirm.]
Please, what? [He asks, but his voice is somewhat breathless, struggling in his own way. Maybe it's just empowering to know that even the most beautiful and alluring of romance demons can't control his urges, Abby holding him firm, not letting him drop his hips too much.]
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Abby said Please, what? like a villain licking a knife, and Romance kind of wants to stab him with it, no matter how nice his abs are. He's being infuriating, and Romance wants to both kiss him and claw his face off.
He flexes his thighs, muscles moving under Abby's hands. His cheeks have flushed a bruised rose, heat rising to his face under soft violet skin. ]
You're really going to make me beg. [ You absolute bitch. ]
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His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]
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That's the stretch he's been chasing, except it isn't enough, and Romance is a greedy lover. He wants all of it, and Abby isn't giving it to him.
Romance isn’t strong enough to break Abby’s grip, but he can tighten around what he’s been given - and he does, letting out a hiss between teeth that’s filled with more dramatics than protest. Abby’s grip flirts with the edge, and that’s exactly where he wants it.
He feels the twitch in Abby’s muscles in response - it's subtle, but there - and of course Romance notices. How could he not? That’s when his expression shifts, something sly blooming under all of his frustration. Realization settles, and it hits him that Abby's struggling just as much as he is. While Romance is gripped too tightly to take what he wants, he can still roll his hips slowly, just enough to sink down and rise again, teasing friction between them, his breathing turned uneven.
He traces a fingertip down Abby's skin from Adam's apple to abdomen, touch light, casual, like he's not the one ready to rip the rest of his goose down coverlet apart. ]
You're holding back, aren't you. [ It comes out a purr, low, a rumble in his chest, though the underlying tremble betrays what confidence he's been able to muster. ] Afraid you'll come too fast?
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He'd been so pleased with himself, being so forceful and in control on top the previous night, but he'd given Romance the leverage this time and was paying for it. Not that there was a single thing to complain about, he got what he wanted either way, goosebumps prickling where that lone finger traces down his body.
At one point he wondered how a demon doing something like being romantic could ever be a threat, but he's learning today. Being taught that some sensations, some sights, could be worth losing one's soul for.]
You're just-- Nnh-! [An obscene groan while attempting to reply--a damning thing, composure rapidly fraying, his grip on Romance not nearly as tight. Abby is being read like a book and he needs to decide whether to embrace it or feign stoicism.
The choice isn't as hard as one might think, golden eyes rolling back in ecstasy, grip loose enough that Romance could sink down, take as much as he craved.]
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Romance is very obviously pleased with himself, smug as he takes advantage of his leverage, of the moment Abby's composure starts to unravel. He may be having his own difficulties, but to flip it around on Abby of all demons...
Well. Quite the accomplishment. ]
I'm just what, darling? [ Romance's voice is a soft coo, both hands shifting to splay across his chest, his weight nothing against the mass below him. That moan, it goes straight through his spine, vibrating like a plucked a guitar string inside his ribs.
Thighs press tight against Abby's side, his core tightening as he takes the moment for his own and sinks down, all the way, gasp punched out him as he settles. He gives his body a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks before he opens them to look down. It's so very satisfying to watch Abby’s composure shred like wet paper.
His right hand slides up, fingertips light, trailing over his throat, thumb brushing his jaw. ]
You’re all show until someone rides you properly, aren't you.
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Something fond settles warmly in the back of his mind, a spark of some incredibly murky memory, recalling the soft way someone else once said that to him hundreds of years ago. He wouldn't delude himself with the thought that Romance loved him, but finding companionship and comfort in one another while damned for eternity could make it slightly more tolerable.
Not that he's focusing on romance (concept), when he has Romance (demon) to ruin. Or is Romance the one doing the ruining?
The drop of Romance's hips against his has Abby's back arching against the bed, making the frame creak beneath them. Hands still gripping possessively at Romance's ass, claws scraping patterned skin. The way he settles their hips together and squeezes almost leaves the larger man breathless, visibly struggling for composure as he's unraveled.]
Impatient. [He finally hisses out, the demonic edge of his voice making the room tremble. For as intimidating and dangerous as Abby is capable of being, for now, he's mostly bluster.
Shifting his hips, he bends his knees, bracing his feet against the torn duvet and sheets--providing the leverage needed to bump his hips upward, making Romance roll in his lap. He may as well not weigh anything, for how easily Abby shifts him upward, a firm grip lifting Romance just enough to allow a shallow push and pull of hips.
The other demon's attempts to get a rise out of him work like a charm, thoroughly falling for it as he gives another frustrated growl--deeper this time, the very walls around them groaning in distress.]
Tch- You want a ride? [He growls, his grip on that firm little ass tightening, lifting Romance almost all the way off--just to start pistoning up into him at a relentless pace. Abby does nothing anymore to stifle his own voice, nearly barking out an obscene sound, the pace working against him as the sensations become almost too much. Pointed demonic tongue hanging from his lips, golden eyes half-lidded, he looks absolutely wrecked in the best way.]
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He's a greedy little thing, there's no denying it, and he won't ever try to say otherwise. Romance knows what he is and what he likes, and he's used to getting it one way or another.
Like he is now. Abby rolls Romance in his lap and he arches his back, stretching over the bigger demon as his hand falls away from his hair to land on his shoulder. ]
And yes, I do.
[ Abby’s hips snap upward and the force of it knocks a sound out of Romance he didn’t mean to let slip, something breathy and sharp, warm at the edges. His head tips back, throat bared, patterns flaring as Abby pistons up into him with that sudden, ruthless rhythm.
The strength surprises him again, though he knows it shouldn't. Romance is a smaller demon; he's lithe, easy for Abby to throw around and manhandle, hold up with ease. The sheer force of it floods him with searing, full body heat; molten and hungry and all consuming.
The world tilts around him, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, both hands planting on Abby's shoulders, holding on for leverage. ]
You, [ he pants, voice low and velvety, laced with the strain of self-control slowly being wrecked; ] should have barged into my room years ago.
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Was it wrong for him to crave that?]
Hold on tight- [He growls, clawing for his own control of the situation, even if they both know it's in vain. He gives a full body roll into his lover, only slowing the pace until Romance's fingers are holding firm to his shoulders, muscles flexing under his touch. Once satisfied the grip is sufficient, his thrusts become hard and deep, filling Romance to the hilt before drawing nearly all the way back out, only to roughly fuck into him again.
It's an excuse to show off his strength, his control over this body, and to draw more of that intoxicating voice out of the demon above him.
Clearly, his efforts are working, since Romance seems to be retroactively regretting every decade spent without Abby ruining both him and his private quarters. Abby smirks darkly, deeply pleased, his ego inflated impossibly large just from the past 12 or so hours. Enough that he's convinced he can still "win", as if they were competing.
So he allows a single hand to shift from Romance's backside, sliding forward to grip possessively around his cock, stroking firmly.]
You want me back tonight, don't you? [He asks, attempting to be cruelly seductive, but his voice is simply too ragged, too wrecked by pleasure to pretend he's doing anything but stifling an orgasm, holding on with every scrap of willpower he can muster.] F-Filling you deep, ruining your bed--
[He's struggling, likely moments from a complete loss of control.]
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Well.
He will.
Romance's smile looks like that's precisely what he's planning as his fingers dig into the muscles along Abby's shoulders. He’s careful not to break skin — barely - but for all Romance's lithe prettiness and slender build, he’s still a demon with claws.
Abby tells him to hold on and Romance does, grip tightening, smile widening before Abby fucks up into him, punching a raw gasp out of Romance's chest. The rhythm set is brutal and perfect, and he can't hide the way his body trembles, the way his patterns flare over his skin like wildfire in summer.
His head swims, pleasure curling at the base of his spine, blooming hot and unfurling through every nerve as Abby keeps driving up into him. His thighs shake where they're pressed against Abby's hips, grip slipping a little on his shoulders.
He's bent over Abby, face twisted body on the brink. His eyes are bright, forehead damp with sweat, pink hair sticking to his skin. ]
I do, [ Romance groans, twitching in Abby's hand, helpless, driving his hips down to meet the rough thrusts. His weight shifts onto one hand so Romance can cup Abby's jaw with the other, brush his cheek with a thumb despite the absolute pounding he's taking; ] I want you, come back tonight, please-
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Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be alone in that. Romance bent over him, gazing into his eyes, pleading for him to come back, to promise that this will happen again and again. Abby can't control himself, he surges forward, capturing Romance's lips in a passionate kiss.
It feels like so long ago he was mass texting pictures of his abdomen to everyone else, Romance's singular reply leading them to this point. He might pat himself on the back for that forever.
As it stands, he's moaning into Romance's mouth, matching the pumping of his fingers to the roll of his hips. Using nearly every muscle in his body to hit just the right angle, hold him just-so-- If Romance is in fact going to ruin him for anyone else, then he may as well ruin Romance as thoroughly as he possibly can in return.]
Mmnh, that's my good boy...
[Not immune to his own games, Abby throbbed noticeably, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he abruptly slowed the pace. Breathing ragged, he was doing his level best not to come first, for whatever competitive reason.]
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