[ Romance’s breath catches when Mystery’s teeth graze over his skin. It’s embarrassingly easy, the way his whole body reacts to even the suggestion of being marked, like he's been waiting for Mystery’s mouth specifically his entire life. Even his skin knows who it belongs to.
His nails turn sharp, dragging up the length of his back, back down, then back up. There's a pleased purr in his chest, deep and primal, a soft rumble vibrating through his bones. He'll put up with the sweet kisses, the touches fora few moments more, but then he's rolling them, settling over Mystery, a knee between his thighs.
He brushes his mouth against Mystery’s jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his lip; soft and almost maddening in how gentle it is compared to where this is clearly going. ]
[the way romance's breath hitches makes his own body shiver, as if he's the one being teased rather than the other way around. to be fair, he is sort of teasing himself by being so gentle and careful, but it's probably nothing in comparison to the way his teeth drag over romance's skin.
however, romance does get him back, what with the claws moving up and down and up his back. he arches against him, his own breath stuttering softly, the meticulous motions of his hands and mouth hesitating for a moment. it's enough for romance to take advantage and roll them until he's on his back, both of his arms moving to wrap around romance's shoulders and gripping tight when that knee moves between his legs. whatever little bit of willpower he has wavers and, despite his attempts to stay still, he faintly rolls his hips, a quiet groan passing his lips as he does.
he exhales slow and measured, trying not to shake again, one of his hands moving so he can graze painted nails along romance's shoulderblades while the other demon kisses him all over his face. “my little star.” ugh, his heart . . . ]
Then it's only fair that you ruin me in return, yes?
[ Lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids - Romance drops soft, sweet kisses everywhere he's able, shivering at Mystery's nails down his back. His cock gives an interested twitch, and a smile curves at his lips.
Working a hand up under Mystery's head he cradles him gently, brushing their noses, leaving him on read for a kiss for longer than is necessary before dipping in, claiming Mystery's mouth fully. It's hungry and deep, and Romance savors the taste of it, the way their tongues slide together, the way he gets harder between his thighs, how his human skin flushes pink in the heat of it. ]
But I'm going to ruin you properly. [ He lets his teeth drag over Mystery's lower lip before he speaks again, voice pitched low. ] And gently. I'm going to take my time with you, Mystery. You won't know anyone's name but mine when I'm finished with you.
[seriously, all these nicknames are what's going to really ruin him—
he hums a little noise of approval though, his eyes sinking shut with every kiss that romance leaves behind on him, the press of his nails becoming slightly harder as he moves up romance's back, over his shoulder and across his chest, his motions pausing there for now. his fingers tap idly, as if he's preparing to do something else, but he doesn't. not yet, anyway.
that hand sliding up underneath his head has him sighing, his lips quirking as romance brushes their noses together, the impatience slowly starting to build the longer he's left unkissed properly. but then romance does kiss him and he swears he can see stars, blinking into his vision while he kisses him back with fervor, his own cock twitching as he shifts his hips again. from his hairline to his collarbones, mystery is blushing, clearly already turned-on and prepared for what comes next, even if romance's words immediately slow down any thoughts he had about jumping right into things.
his pulse is becoming much faster than he'd thought it could, heart pounding against his ribcage like it might escape at any minute. he groans again as romance's teeth catch his lower lip, his other hand moving to cup his partner's face, fingertips pressing lightly but firmly.] That sounds exactly like what I want, Romance. Nothing but your name spilling from my lips over and over again.
[ Maybe one day, Romance will tell Mystery his real name - if he can drag it out of the dregs of his memory, anyway. At any rate, Romance is fine, it's what he's gone by for so long it's almost more comfortable than what he used to be called.
His smile spreads, tipping his face into Mystery's hand, turning to brush his lips over his palms, his fingertips. ]
Good.
[ A kiss turns into a nip of his thumb before he speaks again. ]
[and maybe one day, mystery will figure out a name for himself to give romance in return, because he certainly doesn't remember the one he had when he was still human. it would be nice though, calling each other by something normal, but for as long as they've had these names, they might as well be that. they're definitely probably more comfortable.
he holds his hand steady as romance kisses his palm and fingertips, a soft sigh passing his lips when he nips his thumb, his head nodding with agreement.
then romance is saying he wants to see his patterns. it makes him give pause, if only for a minute, though he does eventually let them show, the markings spreading across his skin like ink on paper. they come as naturally as breathing and when he reopens his eyes, they're brilliantly gold, only softened by the affection he has for romance.]
I want to see yours, too. [it's only fair, right? the two of them being themselves around one another.]
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His nails turn sharp, dragging up the length of his back, back down, then back up. There's a pleased purr in his chest, deep and primal, a soft rumble vibrating through his bones. He'll put up with the sweet kisses, the touches fora few moments more, but then he's rolling them, settling over Mystery, a knee between his thighs.
He brushes his mouth against Mystery’s jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his lip; soft and almost maddening in how gentle it is compared to where this is clearly going. ]
I think you've ruined me, my little star.
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however, romance does get him back, what with the claws moving up and down and up his back. he arches against him, his own breath stuttering softly, the meticulous motions of his hands and mouth hesitating for a moment. it's enough for romance to take advantage and roll them until he's on his back, both of his arms moving to wrap around romance's shoulders and gripping tight when that knee moves between his legs. whatever little bit of willpower he has wavers and, despite his attempts to stay still, he faintly rolls his hips, a quiet groan passing his lips as he does.
he exhales slow and measured, trying not to shake again, one of his hands moving so he can graze painted nails along romance's shoulderblades while the other demon kisses him all over his face. “my little star.” ugh, his heart . . . ]
Then it's only fair that you ruin me in return, yes?
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I think that's fair.
[ Lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids - Romance drops soft, sweet kisses everywhere he's able, shivering at Mystery's nails down his back. His cock gives an interested twitch, and a smile curves at his lips.
Working a hand up under Mystery's head he cradles him gently, brushing their noses, leaving him on read for a kiss for longer than is necessary before dipping in, claiming Mystery's mouth fully. It's hungry and deep, and Romance savors the taste of it, the way their tongues slide together, the way he gets harder between his thighs, how his human skin flushes pink in the heat of it. ]
But I'm going to ruin you properly. [ He lets his teeth drag over Mystery's lower lip before he speaks again, voice pitched low. ] And gently. I'm going to take my time with you, Mystery. You won't know anyone's name but mine when I'm finished with you.
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he hums a little noise of approval though, his eyes sinking shut with every kiss that romance leaves behind on him, the press of his nails becoming slightly harder as he moves up romance's back, over his shoulder and across his chest, his motions pausing there for now. his fingers tap idly, as if he's preparing to do something else, but he doesn't. not yet, anyway.
that hand sliding up underneath his head has him sighing, his lips quirking as romance brushes their noses together, the impatience slowly starting to build the longer he's left unkissed properly. but then romance does kiss him and he swears he can see stars, blinking into his vision while he kisses him back with fervor, his own cock twitching as he shifts his hips again. from his hairline to his collarbones, mystery is blushing, clearly already turned-on and prepared for what comes next, even if romance's words immediately slow down any thoughts he had about jumping right into things.
his pulse is becoming much faster than he'd thought it could, heart pounding against his ribcage like it might escape at any minute. he groans again as romance's teeth catch his lower lip, his other hand moving to cup his partner's face, fingertips pressing lightly but firmly.] That sounds exactly like what I want, Romance. Nothing but your name spilling from my lips over and over again.
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His smile spreads, tipping his face into Mystery's hand, turning to brush his lips over his palms, his fingertips. ]
Good.
[ A kiss turns into a nip of his thumb before he speaks again. ]
Let me see your lovely patterns, my darling.
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he holds his hand steady as romance kisses his palm and fingertips, a soft sigh passing his lips when he nips his thumb, his head nodding with agreement.
then romance is saying he wants to see his patterns. it makes him give pause, if only for a minute, though he does eventually let them show, the markings spreading across his skin like ink on paper. they come as naturally as breathing and when he reopens his eyes, they're brilliantly gold, only softened by the affection he has for romance.]
I want to see yours, too. [it's only fair, right? the two of them being themselves around one another.]