[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.]
[ Abby's kiss steals whatever air Romance has left in his lungs, breath catching in a soft, broken sound against Abby's mouth. He doesn't know why those words hit so different, only that they do. They send sharp lightening bolts of pleasure down his spine followed by a full body shudder, whimpering against Abby's mouth.
Embarrassing, but not enough for him to stop, not enough for Abby to stop doing it.
His forehead presses to Abby’s, hot and sweat-slick, breath shaking as he grinds down, chasing the angle Abby had been hitting so perfectly. Fingers slide into Abby’s hair, gripping tight, hands shaking. Abby's slowing down and Romance is a little frantic, working to try and keep up the pace on his own, thrust onto Abby's cock, into his hand, an irritated growl in Romance's throat. He nips Abby's lower lip, hard enough to sting. ]
[He's not even given the option to slow down, stumbling over a moan as Romance immediately picks up the slack, maintaining the motion at a feverish pace. Letting Romance ride him clearly gave the other demon too much power, a completely shattered look in his eyes as he's dragged over the edge.
Unable to control it, Abby's hips jerk upwards in a frantic rhythm, giving Romance what he wanted, intentionally or not. He grips tightly to the other demon, claws digging a bit too far into his skin, body arching as he starts to come.
Abby's voice is absolutely obscene, somehow more than it had been last night, possibly because he hadn't been able to control it. He'd never enjoyed "defeat" quite this much before, thoroughly humbled in the best way, hips still trembling as Romance took him for all he had.]
[ It's a beautiful thing to see Abby lose control, and to know that he is the one that did it is intoxicating, and he's drunk from the power he's found. He falls apart beneath Romance and he can feel it - the jerk of hips, claws digging into his fair skin a little too deep, his head tipping back for a moment as pleasure bolts through him.
Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abby’s cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]
[If Abby had a soul left, he'd have given it to Romance just then, drawn out of him with the almost bratty movement of those pretty hips. For a solid few moments, he cannot recall his own name, and he reluctantly accepts that it was his turn to be completely ruined.
By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]
[ It's easy to see how people would give up their souls to a creature like Romance. Ferry them back to their king or consume them himself, it made no difference. Abby would not be the first to offer it up on a silver platter, if he had one.
He's euphoric as he comes down, riding the cresting wave of orgasm until it subsides and he's left spent and reaches down, gently easing Abby's hand away from his oversensitive cock. God, he loves that nickname.
It's such a shift from last night, how Abby kisses him now. Abby makes it intimate this time, deep and possessive. Romance is shivery in his own skin when a chill sweeps through him, the cool air ghosting over places where sweat is slowly drying. He doesn't pull free, not yet, just lazily mouths at Abby's lips and mimics Abby's moves from last night, slipping a hand between them, swipes a finger through the mess across his stomach and eases back, licking it off nice and slow, meeting Abby's eyes. ]
I've made a lovely mess of you, haven't I?
[ Fingertips 'clean', he gropes for one of Abby's hands, lacing their fingers to pin it over his head as he leans in, nosing into Abby's neck. ]
[Abby allows his hand to fall by the wayside, not even making a show of it this time when he wipes it on whatever is left of the bedspread. Even as deeply satisfied as he is, the way Romance is looking down at him, licking slender fingers, murmuring sweet things... his hips give a weak twitch of interest, giving away any attempt he could make to deny it.
And then their fingers are laced warmly together, Romance gently nuzzling up against his throat, and he feels... is it happy?
His unclaimed hand moves to Romance's head, petting gently over his now even messier bed hair. He really does like it better this way, but maybe because he knows it's a privilege to see the other demon so completely undone. For a few long moments, he lays there, catching his breath, allowing the sweat to cool. It's nice, to have someone close like this.]
You were right. [He starts, voice rumbling low in his chest, very much enjoying the weight of Romance laying on top of him.] We should have done this years ago.
[ Romance is going to spend an hour in the shower once they start moving, trying to fix his hair, clean himself up and out. He's a mess, and while he's enjoying it very much, eventually his vanity will win, alongside the fact that he isn't the biggest fan of bodily fluids covering him for any extended amount of time.
For now, he rocks his hips a final time before easing Abby free with a little grunt, ignoring the inevitable fallout in favor of draping himself heavily across Abby's body. Very few get to see him unraveled like this - messy in the aftermath, hair wild, violet skin flushed in the low light. He does not like being seen as vulnerable - he's already slender and delicate, almost feminine in his features. It translates into his demon form as well, and the fewer people who see him like this, the better.
But with Abby, it feels…not safe, exactly, but comfortable. He lets his eyes close and presses his lips to sweaty skin, his hand drifting up to trace Abby’s cheek and slide into his hair. ]
Mhmm. [ His thumb absently strokes along Abby's jaw, lazy and slow. ] You should've barged in sooner.
[Abby's breath hitches slightly as Romance shifts up and off of him, fondly running his claws along Romance's back as they lay together in a disastrous mess. Even Abby knew he'd need to pull himself together at some point soon, insisting to himself that just a few more minutes wouldn't be so bad.]
I'll keep that in mind, [he teased, chuckling warmly. Once again, he was like a large, sated animal, a demonic noise almost like a purr rumbling in his chest.
Truthfully, he doesn't want to move, not with Romance gently combing fingers into his hair, thumb brushing his jaw. But... it feels like they should.
He leans to steal one more lingering kiss, before slapping Romance's ass with finality.] They're going to come looking for us soon.
[ Romance is making every effort to not pay too much attention to the disaster they've made of his living space. His bed. His coverlet. His mirror. His headboard. His rug...
God. He's going to simply have to redo the entire room. There's not any getting around it - this is a disaster. As such, it isn't a distant thought, interior design ideas hovering on the cusp - but there are a few more pressing issues that demand his attention at present.
Like the fact that yes, his bed is a mess, and that means he is, too. Filthy, actually, and now that he's slowly coming back to himself and reluctantly shaking loose of the lovers chokehold he's been in, Romance is realizing just how foul he actually is. ]
Dear God.
[ His nose wrinkles, and while he doesn't peel himself away from Abby, his tone is more than a smidge dismayed.
He also has more to say about the matter, but the kiss and smack of palm to ass has him squawking indignantly, though it's more bluster than it is anything else. The kiss keeps him placated - but Abby is right, they are going to be interrupted if they don't start moving. It's Jinu's Big Day, after all. ]
I need...a shower. [ He needs a firehose is what he needs, but that likely isn't available un the underworld. ]
[Unfortunately, Abby is right in his element, more motivated by Jinu's inevitable complaints than the need to shower. But uh, since it was mentioned, maybe it would be a good idea?]
...Need help? [Not that he actually expected Romance needed help figuring out how to bathe, but something in Abby's eyes said that he was very much still in some kind of chokehold. Whether he himself was aware of it was anyone's guess.
Slowly, and very hesitantly, he starts pulling out of the embrace. Sitting up, he can finally see what Romance was complaining about--the bed was ripped to shreds, claw marks scoring the headboard, mirror cracked and fragmented, leaving little shards all over the rug. It certainly looked as if demons had ripped the place apart.
The satisfied smirk plastered on Abby's face was absolutely criminal, mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done.]
He sighs, dragging his eyes from the headboard back to Abby as he sits up, a brow lifting. There's an expression on his face Romance has seen before, one he's never personally returned - until now. Whatever this is, this undefined thing, seems to have both of them tangled up in something that can only end badly.
Romance is having trouble caring, even with being surrounded by his ruined things.
Well. He might care a little, actually, because that look on Abby's face is earning a mild glare as he reaches over to pluck a feather from Abby's hair. ]
Yes, sir. [He chuckles low, deeply pleased as Romance glares, pulls a feather from his mussed hair, and still invites Abby to shower. It's like he's god's gift to men.
Abby moves to stand, rolling his shoulders, cracking his joints with a pleased grunt. His hair is more of an indigo when he's relaxed this way, talons sharp, fangs slightly more animal. He does a series of stretches, feeling over certain muscle groups, as if checking for progress after a workout--and of course he's smug about that too.
The moment Romance is up, Abby is slinging a possessive arm around his waist, that demonic purring still rumbling in the back of his throat and down through his chest.]
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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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Embarrassing, but not enough for him to stop, not enough for Abby to stop doing it.
His forehead presses to Abby’s, hot and sweat-slick, breath shaking as he grinds down, chasing the angle Abby had been hitting so perfectly. Fingers slide into Abby’s hair, gripping tight, hands shaking. Abby's slowing down and Romance is a little frantic, working to try and keep up the pace on his own, thrust onto Abby's cock, into his hand, an irritated growl in Romance's throat. He nips Abby's lower lip, hard enough to sting. ]
Don't stop.
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Unable to control it, Abby's hips jerk upwards in a frantic rhythm, giving Romance what he wanted, intentionally or not. He grips tightly to the other demon, claws digging a bit too far into his skin, body arching as he starts to come.
Abby's voice is absolutely obscene, somehow more than it had been last night, possibly because he hadn't been able to control it. He'd never enjoyed "defeat" quite this much before, thoroughly humbled in the best way, hips still trembling as Romance took him for all he had.]
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Abby unravels and Romance follows suit with a cry, dragged into it slowly, bit by bit as Abby's orgasm drags him in its wake. He doesn't slow his pace, doesn't stop, doesn't let Abby come down from it until he's done, until he's spilled hot and sticky all over Abby's hand, his stomach, those abs.
Romance rides out the aftershocks with a shiver and slumps forward, breath shaking, lips brushing Abby’s cheek as a slow, lazy smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He is unbearably pleased with himself, but also spend and exhausted, filthy and sticky. There's dignity in debauchery, after all. ]
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By the time he's able to form a coherent thought, he turns to capture the lips brushing against his cheek, kissing Romance like a lover would. Possessive and thoroughly sated.
One tended to be self-impressed after good sex, but this was... even better than usual, something Abby nearly immediately began to lean into. His specific brand of needy could be irritating, and he found himself desperate to maintain a good impression, stroking Romance through it even if Abby himself had been completely taken apart.]
God, Romy... [He breathed, apparently the most eloquent thing he could come up with.]
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He's euphoric as he comes down, riding the cresting wave of orgasm until it subsides and he's left spent and reaches down, gently easing Abby's hand away from his oversensitive cock. God, he loves that nickname.
It's such a shift from last night, how Abby kisses him now. Abby makes it intimate this time, deep and possessive. Romance is shivery in his own skin when a chill sweeps through him, the cool air ghosting over places where sweat is slowly drying. He doesn't pull free, not yet, just lazily mouths at Abby's lips and mimics Abby's moves from last night, slipping a hand between them, swipes a finger through the mess across his stomach and eases back, licking it off nice and slow, meeting Abby's eyes. ]
I've made a lovely mess of you, haven't I?
[ Fingertips 'clean', he gropes for one of Abby's hands, lacing their fingers to pin it over his head as he leans in, nosing into Abby's neck. ]
Beautiful.
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And then their fingers are laced warmly together, Romance gently nuzzling up against his throat, and he feels... is it happy?
His unclaimed hand moves to Romance's head, petting gently over his now even messier bed hair. He really does like it better this way, but maybe because he knows it's a privilege to see the other demon so completely undone. For a few long moments, he lays there, catching his breath, allowing the sweat to cool. It's nice, to have someone close like this.]
You were right. [He starts, voice rumbling low in his chest, very much enjoying the weight of Romance laying on top of him.] We should have done this years ago.
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For now, he rocks his hips a final time before easing Abby free with a little grunt, ignoring the inevitable fallout in favor of draping himself heavily across Abby's body. Very few get to see him unraveled like this - messy in the aftermath, hair wild, violet skin flushed in the low light. He does not like being seen as vulnerable - he's already slender and delicate, almost feminine in his features. It translates into his demon form as well, and the fewer people who see him like this, the better.
But with Abby, it feels…not safe, exactly, but comfortable. He lets his eyes close and presses his lips to sweaty skin, his hand drifting up to trace Abby’s cheek and slide into his hair. ]
Mhmm. [ His thumb absently strokes along Abby's jaw, lazy and slow. ] You should've barged in sooner.
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I'll keep that in mind, [he teased, chuckling warmly. Once again, he was like a large, sated animal, a demonic noise almost like a purr rumbling in his chest.
Truthfully, he doesn't want to move, not with Romance gently combing fingers into his hair, thumb brushing his jaw. But... it feels like they should.
He leans to steal one more lingering kiss, before slapping Romance's ass with finality.] They're going to come looking for us soon.
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God. He's going to simply have to redo the entire room. There's not any getting around it - this is a disaster. As such, it isn't a distant thought, interior design ideas hovering on the cusp - but there are a few more pressing issues that demand his attention at present.
Like the fact that yes, his bed is a mess, and that means he is, too. Filthy, actually, and now that he's slowly coming back to himself and reluctantly shaking loose of the lovers chokehold he's been in, Romance is realizing just how foul he actually is. ]
Dear God.
[ His nose wrinkles, and while he doesn't peel himself away from Abby, his tone is more than a smidge dismayed.
He also has more to say about the matter, but the kiss and smack of palm to ass has him squawking indignantly, though it's more bluster than it is anything else. The kiss keeps him placated - but Abby is right, they are going to be interrupted if they don't start moving. It's Jinu's Big Day, after all. ]
I need...a shower. [ He needs a firehose is what he needs, but that likely isn't available un the underworld. ]
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...Need help? [Not that he actually expected Romance needed help figuring out how to bathe, but something in Abby's eyes said that he was very much still in some kind of chokehold. Whether he himself was aware of it was anyone's guess.
Slowly, and very hesitantly, he starts pulling out of the embrace. Sitting up, he can finally see what Romance was complaining about--the bed was ripped to shreds, claw marks scoring the headboard, mirror cracked and fragmented, leaving little shards all over the rug. It certainly looked as if demons had ripped the place apart.
The satisfied smirk plastered on Abby's face was absolutely criminal, mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done.]
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He sighs, dragging his eyes from the headboard back to Abby as he sits up, a brow lifting. There's an expression on his face Romance has seen before, one he's never personally returned - until now. Whatever this is, this undefined thing, seems to have both of them tangled up in something that can only end badly.
Romance is having trouble caring, even with being surrounded by his ruined things.
Well. He might care a little, actually, because that look on Abby's face is earning a mild glare as he reaches over to pluck a feather from Abby's hair. ]
Yes. Come with me.
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Abby moves to stand, rolling his shoulders, cracking his joints with a pleased grunt. His hair is more of an indigo when he's relaxed this way, talons sharp, fangs slightly more animal. He does a series of stretches, feeling over certain muscle groups, as if checking for progress after a workout--and of course he's smug about that too.
The moment Romance is up, Abby is slinging a possessive arm around his waist, that demonic purring still rumbling in the back of his throat and down through his chest.]