[ 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 himβ
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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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.]