[ 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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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.]