[ Romance is not a mind reader - God knows that would make life easier - but he can tell when someone is sorting through their thoughts and emotions, and that's what Mystery seems to be doing. Romance doesn't say anything, just lets the other demon slowly calm, body easing as the tears slow. Romance strokes his messy hair, gently working to smooth it down, his arm that stays around Mystery's waist firm, solid. Tight.
[ His voice is low and pointed, brow lifted with that unmistakable demon who needs very clear instructions before he kills all of his friends look. Romance will run with what he's handed and take total advantage, and Mystery is lucky Romance didn't go absolutely nuts today. ]
I need transparency.
[ He isn't good at sharing, doesn't like it - even his fellow Boys will start getting death stares but if it's what Mystery wants, and it's Romance's bed Mystery ends up in every night, then he supposes they can all have their fun.
For now.
He'll only be civilized for so long. ]
Tell me what you're asking of me. [ He leans in, brushing their foreheads together, voice dropping to a whisper that’s both velvet and threat. ] Because I want you, Mystery.
[ Don't you dare tease him with something he can't have. If Mystery says he's Romance's....he's going to believe it.
Romance is a demon built on obsession and fixation. Mystery is the first one who's ever crawled their way inside his bones - in death and in life - and made him feel like he wasn't a weapon or a piece of meat, that he was important enough to keep coming back to.
The other Boys are lovely, he's had his fill of them all numerous times. And yes, he genuinely loves them - it's messy demon love, but real - and he’s not jealous of them, not in the way he is with strangers. But Mystery came to him on his knees, soft and shaking, and Romance is lost.
Don't make him rip your heart out to prove it’s his. ]
[thank goodness, mystery isn't either, or else he would've tried offing himself long ago. it's enough having to deal with his own thoughts, let alone other people's, especially if it meant having no control over it and just constantly being bombarded with voices at random times. focusing on his own wants and needs, particularly in this moment, it's more than enough to have him reeling, his emotions a jumbled mess and his thoughts even messier— but romance's grip on him is firm and it's reassuring in a way he can't explain.
he clears his throat, preparing to answer romance's question, but something in him tells him to stop, to really think about this before he decides if this is what he wants or not.
does he want just romance or does he want the freedom of fooling around with the other saja boys, too? his feelings are twisted, wanting and needing colliding with each other, but it always circles back to the same thing: he wants and he needs romance. sure, the other boys have always treated him well, but they've never lived up to the way romance treats him; romance treats him like he's everything and he wishes for it to be the same with him in return.
a fun little romp with the other boys is fine, but it's nothing in comparison to the emotions he feels when he's with romance.
that panic starts rising in his chest again, the sensation gripping him so hard, it makes his throat close up, like the feeling alone is enough to suffocate him— then romance's forehead touches his and he exhales a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. i want you, mystery. oh, and he is slipping deeper and deeper into it every second they're together.
his fingers squeeze around romance's briefly, then he releases his hands and reaches them to cup romance's face, holding him in place while he continues staring at him long and hard. he has never wanted romance to feel like he's just a one-time thing, no matter how many times they actually hook up, and if this is his chance to prove it by letting his emotions out, then so be it.]
Just us, Romance. [mystery's voice is still unwavering, dead-set and completely certain.] You and I. Nobody else.
[because romance is that important to him, so much so that even if he has to rip his own heart out and present it to him, he'll do it. whatever will make him happy.
he loves the other boys too, but not like he loves romance. and that's the thing of it, isn't it? he loves him and it's taken this long to realize that that's the exact word he wanted to put to the feeling he felt when they were first together.]
Whatever I have to do, whatever you want me to do, I'll do it to prove that I want just us.
[ Guilt is consuming him, but not enough that he will turn any of what he's being handed down. He was doomed the moment Mystery walked through his door, and he knows he'll never be able to untangle himself from this web of his own weaving.
He swallows, meeting Mystery's eyes, searching for anything that may denote Mystery is only saying what Romance wants to here, that he's giving something up just to placate him. He knows he's a silly little demon with toxic tendencies. There's a reason he's never gotten into anything serious with anyone in...hundreds of years.
But this time, he can't seem to help himself. Mystery's hands are on his face and there's emotion bubbling in his chest, a strange feeling he hasn't felt since he was alive. He knows what it is, but he doesn't dare say the words out loud, lest he damn them both.
He closes his eyes briefly and leans his head into Mystery's hand, saving the heat of his hands, and when he opens them Mystery is still there, saying those words he wants to hear and meaning them, and Romance could cry.
Maybe he does, a little. Don't tell anyone. ]
I believe you. [ And he does. He can see now that Mystery is telling the truth - there's no doubt in his gaze, no lies on his tongue. ] You don't have to prove anything to me. Just...be here.
[ He tips his head and leans in for a soft kiss, the barest brush of lips as he lifts a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind Mystery's ear, slide his fingers into it and muss it anyway. ]
[frankly, romance shouldn't feel guilty. this is something mystery wants, even if it takes him a moment to consider it, but he wants to make absolute certain that he isn't just saying things to say them. no mysteriousness between them this time, just wholehearted and straightforward truthfulness; he wants to be with romance, regardless of if it's toxic.
he holds romance's gaze steadily, totally unwavering and unblinking, which may seem a little weird at first, but he wants to make sure that romance knows he isn't fucking around. not this time, not with him, and definitely not with anyone else now or ever.
it's probably best that they don't say it out loud yet, given the circumstances, but also because it would likely break one of them to a point there would certainly be no going back. (not that there is anyway, now that mystery's poured his heart out.)
his hands press a bit more firmly against romance's cheeks and when he leans into his touch, he can't help stroking over his skin for encouragement, hoping it's enough to comfort him like romance had been doing for him only moments ago. and if romance does cry, it's only right that he gingerly wipes the tears away, cradling him closer while he gently whispers whatever reassuring things he can manage.
i believe you. god, mystery's heart feels so full, it's almost like he could burst, and he almost does. tears start welling up in his own eyes again, but rather than let them spill over, he squeezes them back and nods with understanding.] I'm here.
[and when romance leans to kiss him, he moves to meet the motion, a quiet little hum passing between them after romance's hand slides into his hair. he lowers an arm, hooks it around the other demon's shoulders to tug him closer, then he breaks away to whisper against his lips, the softest repeat of what he's already said.] I'm here, [he says, though he does follow it up with a sigh and,] I promise.
[ His cheeks are damp with tears he doesn't remember shedding, Mystery's fingertips gently wiping them away, which makes his heart squeeze in his chest. He hasn't actually cried in decades, longer even, and he's embarrassed, but Mystery makes is...okay. He doesn't feel like he's being laughed at or mocked. Just cared for, and that threatens to send him further over the edge, only managing to pull it back at the last second. ]
Thank you.
[ He pulls in a rattly breath, tasting Mystery's words on his tongue, saving them and swallowing them down before he leans in to kiss him again, harder, hungrier, needier. He can feel the obsession sweeping in, taking over, mind twisting into that toxic thing he can be. Mystery is his now, his and there's no going back.
He shifts Mystery in his lap, then eases him off, but only for a moment, just long enough to push him down against the bed, hands slipping up his shirt, nails dragging over his skin. ]
[it makes him feel bad, but mystery just keeps wiping romance's face, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose— anywhere that he can reach, he leaves soft little brushes of his lips for reassurance, hoping it's enough to help quell the tears. he would never do anything to make romance feel made fun of, especially not in such a vulnerable position like this, and if romance needs anything else, he's ready and willing to give it to him.]
You're welcome.
[anything, he thinks, and that's when romance leans to kiss him properly again, stealing his breath away with how fervent it really is. he dips impossibly closer, hooking both arms around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold them in place.
however, his hands loosen when he feels himself being moved, both of them shifting to grip romance's shoulders instead once he's twisted and pressed down onto the bed. his breath leaves him in a soft huff as those hands dip beneath his shirt and nails scrape over his skin, causing him to immediately arch into the touch without second-guessing, the faintest smile quirking his lips at the edges.]
[he wastes no time moving so the shirt can come off, shaking his head to toss his hair afterward, a soft little laugh escaping him following romance's remark.]
So it would seem.
[but mystery meets each kiss with fervor, reaching his hands to cup romance's face again, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, their noses nudging together every now and then when he pulls back to breathe. he goes for romance's shirt after a moment, trying to peel it off him without disturbing what he's doing with his pants.]
I don't mind, though. [obviously, and he might be somewhat impatient himself, given how he immediately goes for romance's pants, too.]
[ It’s clumsy and Romance is a little frantic; his hands are everywhere, clashing with Mystery's and bumping against him. Grabbing, dragging, trying to get skin on skin fast enough to quiet the burn of jealousy still radiating from his skin.
Romance is, for all his calmness, still kind of pissed.
He has no right to be, but he is anyway, and it reflects in his movements, in the urgency with which he strips Mystery down, shoving clothes on the floor. There's a low, possessive growl in his throat, a rumble that vibrates his mirror, that rattles the windows. He's been holding back since Mystery accidentally sent him that text, alerting him to the transgression.
The second there’s skin, Romance pins their hips together and kisses Mystery like he’s trying to swallow the apology out of his mouth, hands roaming greedily, dragging down Mystery’s sides, squeezing his hips like he’s staking a claim he nearly lost.
He grinds in, slow but deliberate, a filthy drag of his cock against Mystery’s - not enough to satisfy, just enough to make Mystery gasp and maybe cling tighter. ]
[it's easy to tell that romance is rushing and mystery does his best to avoid getting in his way, but they do collide here or there while they're stripping each other, and he can't help grinning outright when they do. maybe he shouldn't be so amused, except he is and he has no second thought about romance still being upset with him.
yet, anyway. as they continue, it might hit him, but until then, he's letting the other demon do as he wishes and is only doing whatever is necessary to encourage him.
the growl is a pretty telltale sign that romance is still a little heated; it echos around them, shaking the mirror, the windows, and mystery's expression falters slightly. his brow furrows and he briefly glances around them, though his attention is immediately back on romance once he descends on him like that.
he hooks both arms around romance's shoulders to hold them together, a soft gasp passing between them when romance kisses him so fiercely, even if that doesn't stop him from kissing back. when those hands find his hips, he doesn't resist wriggling slightly, the motion hopefully reassuring, although he does feel a spike of anxiety striking his chest as if he's being... well, not punished, per se, but it feels different from the usual way they fool around.
nevertheless, a breathless groan escapes him and falls into romance's mouth, his arms tightening around him just as anticipated, his hips bucking against romance's in kind. there's little he can do besides latching on and, despite his momentary unease, he finds himself wanting more, which is what he's silently asking for with his movements.]
[ His control has cracked, and he's shivering, a hand skirting up Mystery's side to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to Romance's kisses - fierce, hungry, needy things that they are. His other hand slips between them, slicking himself with whatever he can get - precome, saliva, the heat between them. It isn't elegant - it's just desperate, like he's in a hurry to claim him back, make Mystery fully his. ]
You're mine.
[ There's no way Mystery can possibly understand just how much Romance means that, or what it means for the both of them.
Mystery hasn't done anything wrong, but when Romance had gotten that misfired text, he'd seen red, almost gone after Baby in that moment, only waiting for Mystery's response and reactions and explanations. He'd tear the world open for Mystery, that's how much he affects Romance.
He positions himself, sliding his hand up and down his length, using his own slick, pressing the head just against Mystery's entrance. ]
Promise me you're mine. [ He's already said it, and will probably regret it, but Romance wants to hear it again. ]
[without second-guessing it, he leans into romance's touch, withdrawing one arm so he can reach the hand up and rest it against romance's, fingertips pressing light against his knuckles to hold him in place. he doesn't have to see where romance's other hand is going to know what he's doing; it's a rather obvious motion, if not a slightly questionable one, mostly because he isn't sure he's properly prepped for how eagerly romance is moving.
perhaps he doesn't understand it now, but he could when given the chance, and what better chance than now?
his breath comes in a shaky exhale, his hand still resting firmly on the back of romance's, like he's afraid if he lets go, it'll only make him more impatient. while it hadn't occurred to him at the time, he did think about it on his way to romance's room, how it would feel to be on the other side of such a text and he didn't like it. this is why he's not going to judge romance for still being pissed off if he is, he's just going to let him ride it out in whatever way he needs, even if it means an angry fuck.
still, his features are a clear mixture of anticipation and slight worry, as if he might move wrong and make things worse rather than making them better, which is exactly why he doesn't try moving when romance positions himself.
instead, he swallows hard, breathes another trembling sigh, then he licks his lips and strokes his fingers down romance's forearm for further encouragement.]
I'm yours, [he says it unwaveringly, keeping his gaze fully focused on romance's face while he tacks on,] Promise.
[ He doesn't want to hurt him. Not in any ways Mystery won't enjoy, but his hands are shaking and he keeps thinking about it, thinking about how he felt when he got the message, their conversation, the following confessions and labels they decided on. He thinks about Mystery looking at him and saying what he's longed to hear for centuries, I'm yours, promise. He whines, pausing in his quest to bury himself inside of Mystery, kissing a line from his lips to his ear as he lets go of his own cock to stroke Mystery's instead. ]
How would you have felt if this were reversed?
[ It's murmured in Mystery's ear, lips warm, brushing over his skin, hand stroking him slow and easy, almost lazy. ]
If I'd sent pictures to Abby. Like the ones I sent you when you were out, that one time.
[ All artful like a damn renaissance painting, draped over the bed, stretched out like a cat. ]
[to be fair, romance doesn't have to physically hurt him to hurt him. he's doing a pretty good job of beating himself up still, but when romance asks how he'd feel if it were the other way around, that shame and embarrassment rise with a vengeance, spreading throughout his chest, pressing against his heart like it's going to crush him to death. he huffs a rough breath, trying to shrink in on himself again, even if it's impossible not to roll his hips into romance's hand when he starts stroking him.]
I... I wouldn't like it.
[romance's mouth is warm against his ear, but there's a cold, sinking feeling in his stomach. he gently shakes his head, trying to fight back the burning urge to cry again, though he's careful not to bump into romance while he's doing so.]
I don't want anyone else to see you like that. [not now, not ever, and especially not when he knows how badly it hurt romance.
not only is there a burn in his face, but it spreads through his throat, down his chest and into his stomach, quickly replacing the coldness he was feeling moments ago. is this jealousy? is this what it feels like? if so, he doesn't think anyone should ever feel this way, particularly when it comes to someone he cares so much about.]
I'm sorry... [he doesn't know how much he can say it, but he will do so until romance is appeased.]
No... [ He says quietly, licking a stripe up the length of Mystery's neck. ] You wouldn't.
[ Because Romance sure doesn't like it, he can't imagine Mystery would.
He's petty enough to do it right back, but with lines defined and boundaries set, he won't. He would never. He might be a toxic bitch in other ways, but never that. ]
I know you're sorry, darling. And I forgive you. [ He keeps stroking his cock, nosing into his neck and kissing down to the join of his shoulder, and nips once, sharp. ] Do you know why I'm upset? I think it's obvious, but maybe it isn't.
[ It is to him, but when it comes to things like this, his obsessions, others aren't drowning in limerence like Romance is. ]
[while it takes all his willpower to do so, he manages not to withdraw from romance licking up his neck, but he does raise his shoulders afterward in an attempt to duck down.
this isn't fair. mystery fucked up and here romance is, touching him and kissing him like it's totally fine when it's not. if anything, romance should be allowed to do whatever he wants, even if only briefly, then they could have things settled. (or that's what mystery's twisted mind thinks, anyway.)
but romance forgives him and keeps touching him, trailing down to his shoulder where he leaves a bite that makes his hips jolt and his mouth pop open in a soft gasp. again, he shakes his head, a little more wildly this time, but he's still careful to not knock their heads together or anything.] I don't— [which is why he doesn't say much else and what romance says next, well . . .
i love you. desperately. for a split second, he stops breathing altogether, his heart squeezed like it's in a vice, the sensation making him want to both scream and cry at the same time.
it doesn't dawn on him immediately that he should breathe, though when it does, he sucks in a breath, raises both his hands to romance's face and grabs him, forcing him up so they're face-to-face. he stares, his mouth hanging open slightly, as if he's searching for words that he can't find despite them being right on the tip of his tongue. he loves me? he loves me!
another, sharper inhale comes and he pushes forward to press their lips together in a searing kiss, one hand moving up into romance's hair, tangling through the strands while his opposite arm moves to wrap around him in a tight embrace. he holds it for a long moment, pouring all his feelings into the gesture first, but he does withdraw afterward, cheeks wet with fresh tears, his voice shaking slightly as he answers.] I-I love you too, Romance.
[ Mystery drags him up and Romance lets go of his cock without a second thought, bracing himself with his forearms on either side of Mystery’s head as he’s hauled into the kiss. It hits him like a punch to the gut - hot, desperate and leaving him trembling with everything Mystery doesn't say fast enough.
Is it returned? Or is he pushing something now that Mystery doesn't want? Does he need to back off, give them both some time with the truths spilling from his lips? Is the kiss simply to shut him up?
Hands in his hair always makes him weak and distracts him and he shivers, hips grinding against Mystery like he's afraid of losing him if he lets go. His breathing stutters in his chest when Mystery clings to him, eyes closing as Romance rubs their cheeks together, feeling the damp of Mystery's tears against his skin.
Maybe he said it too fast. Maybe he said it at the wrong time, it's entirely possible.
His concerns evaporate along with his anger and jealousy when Mystery looks him in the eyes and says those words, ones Romance hasn't ever heard in earnestness before. He's been told in the heat of the moment, when he's been on one of their kings little 'missions', but it's never meant. People say shit like that in the heat of the moment when he's been manipulating them, pretty lies coaxed out from humans Romance didn't care about. But Mystery means it; Romance can hear it in the way he says it, the tremble in his voice.
He shifts so he can cup Mystery's face, brush his thumb over his cheek and speak between soft kisses. ]
[it's somewhat easier to think with romance's hand leaving his cock, but it's also a sensation that he wants to chase, a feeling to help him ignore all the emotions flooding through him that he isn't sure how to handle all at once. he knows he should say it back right away, especially with how he feels the same, but he's afraid. afraid that something so deep could further break what has already been cracked. somehow, it doesn't, though.
the words seep into the cracks, filling them in, warming him in a way he didn't think he'd ever feel again and yet here romance is, proving that wrong. maybe it's a lot all at once, that doesn't mean he won't say that he doesn't feel the same way because he does.
he strokes his hand through romance's hair, silently reassuring, another breathless noise passing his lips when the other demon grinds against him. it's easy enough to roll against him in kind, his legs shifting so he can wrap them around romance's waist, effectively locking them together, his breath borderlining on hyperventilating as romance rubs their cheeks together. he feels so full and not just for obvious reasons; his heart feels like it's going to burst.
no, romance said it at the right time, and despite his own worries, he can fully admit there's still a little lingering thing that bothers him.
saying it seems to break them a little further, with mystery falling silent again as romance lets his response sink in. he could mistake it for a heat of the moment thing, it's true, but the way it's said, the quiver in his voice, the way he moves to cradle romance's face again— there's no way he doesn't mean it. he would say it a hundred times if it meant that romance would believe him, except this one moment seems to work perfectly fine. he leans into romance's touch, sniffling slightly, his fingertips rubbing romance's cheeks in kind, slowly but surely moving down the sides of his neck to his shoulders where he lets his hands rest for now.]
I can't help it, [mystery admits quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking again.] I hurt you. We love each other and I hurt you. [he presses heavier against the hand on his face, reaching to hold it, his exhale trembling despite his best attempts.]
Please, Romance, I want you to hurt me back. Whatever you want to do to me, I— I deserve it.
[ His cock is leaking and achingly hard, dragging against Mystery's as they move, as legs slide around his waist, as he presses close, kisses the tears from his cheeks. Mystery's breathing is too fast for his comfort, and he worries maybe he did push too far too fast, but the words are said and he can't take them back.
Their noses brush as he moves, hips rocking, letting the slick from the two of them slide over his cock, breathing turning rough. ]
Mystery... [ Yes, he hurt Romance. But it wasn't his fault, it wasn't anyone's fault, and his request makes Romance pause, brow furrowed. ]
What? You don't deserve it. [ He drops another kiss to his cheek, the tip of his nose, eyelids and finally to his mouth. ] You really want me to hurt you?
[as much as he wants romance inside of him already, he's kind of glad that he isn't yet, that they're just grinding together and touching one another like it's the most natural thing in the world. his other hand moves to press against his chest, a gesture he uses to try to calm his breathing, following the up and down motion of it until he can see his chest heaving less. he needs to calm down, even just a little, that way he doesn't end up working himself into an actual frenzy.
his own breath hitches when their hips come together again, the hand on his chest moving to rest against romance's, his fingertips pushing enough to dimple the skin, though his claws don't show. instead, they stay soft and human-like, painted nails a stark flash of contrast against romance's skin as he gently strokes romance's chest, right over his heart.
he pinches his lips, although that doesn't stop them from trembling, his gaze wholly focused on romance's face, his own expression twisting slightly.]
But I do. [and, regardless of the fact he thinks he deserves to be punished, it doesn't stop him from leaning closer, a soft little whine escaping him after romance kisses his mouth. he nods without reconsidering, trying not to think too deeply about what romance might do because a part of him still selfishly doesn't want it, but he knows it's what he deserves. (or what he believes, anyway.)] Please...
[ Romance looks doubtful as he shifts his weight to one arm, the other sliding down to cover Mystery’s hand where it presses against his chest. Their fingers lace and he holds them there, anchored over the slow beat of his heart. His head dips, forehead to forehead, his breathing uneven.
He’s not sure how he feels about this.
Confessions, tears, the raw ache of that I love you, and now this, Mystery begging for pain like it’s a penance instead of a kink. Romance’s jealousy is mostly evaporated though some is still simmering, but the idea of actually hurting Mystery? Of punishing him?
It twists something in his gut, and not entirely in a good way.
He tilts his head to brush his nose along Mystery's cheek, then buries it in his hair, voice low and deep and rumbling. ]
Sweetheart...you wanting my teeth in you because you’re turned on is one thing. [ His thumb strokes over the back of Mystery's hand, hips still casually rolling, letting the slick between them smear over his cock, and he exhales harshly against his neck. ]
But hurting you because you think you deserve it...I'm not sure I like that. [ Not that he doesn't want to drag his teeth over Mystery's body, leave marks on him, make sure everyone knows who he belongs to. It's the context of it that's bothering him. ]
I don't like the idea of telling you how I feel, then turning around and hurting you.
[ His eyes flicker honey gold, and he lets go of Mystery's hand in favor of sliding up and taking his jaw, forcing Mystery to look at him. ]
I just told you I love you. Don’t ask me to hurt the person I’d die for.
[their fingers intertwine and mystery's heartbeat jumps, his breath still shaking a little as he exhales, his eyes fluttering shut whenever romance rests their foreheads together. this is too kind for him, he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve romance's affection after everything . . .
maybe romance isn't as jealous anymore, that doesn't lessen the fact he royally fucked up and he has to do something to make up for it; hurting him in return is the only thing he can think of that seems to be on equal footing.
it doesn't occur to him that making love could be just as much of a forgiveness as hurting him is. not immediately, anyway. give him a moment to let romance's words sink in somewhat deeper and perhaps it will dawn on him that it's a much better choice, especially in comparison to the other idea.
mystery trembles whenever romance noses along his hair, his hand clenching a little tighter to the one holding his, the timbre of romance's voice a comfort in this trying time.
of course, he will always want romance's teeth on him, whether it's a show of affection or possession, he doesn't care as long as romance is only doing it to him. he groans quietly at their hips rolling together again, his head tilting faintly so he can rest it against romance's, breath coming in a sharp gasp at the heat across his neck.
please, he wants to beg once more, relentlessly plead with romance to do something to make him feel like he'd felt not so long ago, but romance seems dead-set on giving him the opposite. he's holding his hand, grinding against him with purpose, making him feel treasured rather than rejected, and mystery wants to scream and cry, unsure how to handle the emotions that bubble up alongside such sweet gestures.
he finally lets his eyes flutter back open, mouth opening like he's going to protest, but then romance grabs his face and all he can do his gape, wide golden eyes staring up at him. don't ask me to hurt the person i'd die for. fuck, his heart, it really is going to explode at this rate.
his throat works with some extra effort, both of his hands moving this time, one of them drifting along romance's shoulder while the opposite one reaches to grasp his wrist, not pulling him away from holding him as much as it's just gripping.]
Okay, [mystery rasps, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks again, his thumb rubbing against the inside of romance's wrist. how could he be so stupid, asking romance to do something like that? god, he really is just fucking up all over the place tonight—
but perhaps he can try again? try something that's a little less harmful.] ...make love to me, then. Show me I'm yours over and over again and don't stop until we're both appeased.
[ His laugh comes out breathless and gentle, a soft puff of air over Mystery's lips. ]
Now that I can do.
[ Romance isn't a cruel demon. He's feral, toxic, jealous and possessive, but he isn't cruel for the sake of it. There's no pleasure in that, and he's a demon born of a deal for desire, pleasure, adoration. There is none of that in pain that isn't wanted, in torture. Other demons may enjoy that sort of thing, but he doesn't. No, he wants his partners to feel worshiped and loved - and now that Mystery is his only partner, all of his attention is focused on one singular demon. If Mystery wants to be bitten, he'll bite, but not because Mystery thinks he deserves it. ]
With great pleasure, in fact.
[ He releases Mystery's jaw, drags his fingers down his chin and neck to rest on his chest, the feel of Mystery's grip wrapped around his wrist tight and anchoring. ]
No more tears, beloved. Everything is alright. Let me love you properly.
[he can't help laughing as well, the noise somewhat shaky, but wholehearted, nevertheless.]
Good.
[because, as selfish as it is, he needs something to reassure him that everything really is okay, that they are going to be okay. mystery knows that romance is a love demon and he appreciates the fact that he leans more into that than the worst parts of being a demon. others probably would've just taken him up on the offer to punish him, and they would've done so happily, but romance doesn't; his way of showing things is much different. it almost makes him sigh with relief, though he bites it back, not wanting to show that he was actually worried about what could've happened, seeing as he truly thought his comeuppance should've been something far more brutal.
his grip tightens slightly on romance's wrist when the hand leaves his face and travels down his chin, over his neck and eventually coming to rest on his chest where he imagines romance can probably feel his racing heartrate. he doesn't concern himself with that either, however, too busy focusing on romance and the way he's looking at him.
beloved. he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the abrupt burn behind his eyes, then he reopens them and tilts until he can kiss romance's chin, his words hardly above a whisper,] Give me everything. I love you, Romance.
[and he means it just as much as the first time, perhaps even more this time since he is more confident with the feeling now.]
[ Oh, Mystery. What happened to make you think that's what you deserve? One day, he'll ask.
Today isn't that day. ]
Breathe, [ he says softly; he can feel Mystery's pulse racing, and while that's precisely what Romance wants, he doesn't want it due to anxiety, to fear. Romance wants his heart slamming in his chest while he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of him, his breathing ragged in his throat while he teases and plays. He doesn't want Mystery afraid of him.
Mystery's lips on his chin are sweet, and he dips his head to steal a proper kiss, catching his lower lip, teeth lightly nipping. ]
I'll give you all that I am.
[ And more.
He pulls free of Mystery's grasp after he steals a final kiss, letting his lips leave a damp line down his neck and chest, over his belly and to his hip. Settling between Mystery's legs, Romance rubs his cheek against his inner thigh, pressing a light kiss before leaning in and dragging his tongue up the length of Mysterys' cock, from base to tip, slow and easy. As hurried as he was earlier, he's cooled down, his desperation to prove something settled into something far more confident. ]
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Mystery isn't going anywhere Romance won't follow. ]
Just us? Or...?
[ His voice is low and pointed, brow lifted with that unmistakable demon who needs very clear instructions before he kills all of his friends look. Romance will run with what he's handed and take total advantage, and Mystery is lucky Romance didn't go absolutely nuts today. ]
I need transparency.
[ He isn't good at sharing, doesn't like it - even his fellow Boys will start getting death stares but if it's what Mystery wants, and it's Romance's bed Mystery ends up in every night, then he supposes they can all have their fun.
For now.
He'll only be civilized for so long. ]
Tell me what you're asking of me. [ He leans in, brushing their foreheads together, voice dropping to a whisper that’s both velvet and threat. ] Because I want you, Mystery.
[ Don't you dare tease him with something he can't have. If Mystery says he's Romance's....he's going to believe it.
Romance is a demon built on obsession and fixation. Mystery is the first one who's ever crawled their way inside his bones - in death and in life - and made him feel like he wasn't a weapon or a piece of meat, that he was important enough to keep coming back to.
The other Boys are lovely, he's had his fill of them all numerous times. And yes, he genuinely loves them - it's messy demon love, but real - and he’s not jealous of them, not in the way he is with strangers. But Mystery came to him on his knees, soft and shaking, and Romance is lost.
Don't make him rip your heart out to prove it’s his. ]
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he clears his throat, preparing to answer romance's question, but something in him tells him to stop, to really think about this before he decides if this is what he wants or not.
does he want just romance or does he want the freedom of fooling around with the other saja boys, too? his feelings are twisted, wanting and needing colliding with each other, but it always circles back to the same thing: he wants and he needs romance. sure, the other boys have always treated him well, but they've never lived up to the way romance treats him; romance treats him like he's everything and he wishes for it to be the same with him in return.
a fun little romp with the other boys is fine, but it's nothing in comparison to the emotions he feels when he's with romance.
that panic starts rising in his chest again, the sensation gripping him so hard, it makes his throat close up, like the feeling alone is enough to suffocate him— then romance's forehead touches his and he exhales a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. i want you, mystery. oh, and he is slipping deeper and deeper into it every second they're together.
his fingers squeeze around romance's briefly, then he releases his hands and reaches them to cup romance's face, holding him in place while he continues staring at him long and hard. he has never wanted romance to feel like he's just a one-time thing, no matter how many times they actually hook up, and if this is his chance to prove it by letting his emotions out, then so be it.]
Just us, Romance. [mystery's voice is still unwavering, dead-set and completely certain.] You and I. Nobody else.
[because romance is that important to him, so much so that even if he has to rip his own heart out and present it to him, he'll do it. whatever will make him happy.
he loves the other boys too, but not like he loves romance. and that's the thing of it, isn't it? he loves him and it's taken this long to realize that that's the exact word he wanted to put to the feeling he felt when they were first together.]
Whatever I have to do, whatever you want me to do, I'll do it to prove that I want just us.
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He swallows, meeting Mystery's eyes, searching for anything that may denote Mystery is only saying what Romance wants to here, that he's giving something up just to placate him. He knows he's a silly little demon with toxic tendencies. There's a reason he's never gotten into anything serious with anyone in...hundreds of years.
But this time, he can't seem to help himself. Mystery's hands are on his face and there's emotion bubbling in his chest, a strange feeling he hasn't felt since he was alive. He knows what it is, but he doesn't dare say the words out loud, lest he damn them both.
He closes his eyes briefly and leans his head into Mystery's hand, saving the heat of his hands, and when he opens them Mystery is still there, saying those words he wants to hear and meaning them, and Romance could cry.
Maybe he does, a little. Don't tell anyone. ]
I believe you. [ And he does. He can see now that Mystery is telling the truth - there's no doubt in his gaze, no lies on his tongue. ] You don't have to prove anything to me. Just...be here.
[ He tips his head and leans in for a soft kiss, the barest brush of lips as he lifts a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind Mystery's ear, slide his fingers into it and muss it anyway. ]
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he holds romance's gaze steadily, totally unwavering and unblinking, which may seem a little weird at first, but he wants to make sure that romance knows he isn't fucking around. not this time, not with him, and definitely not with anyone else now or ever.
it's probably best that they don't say it out loud yet, given the circumstances, but also because it would likely break one of them to a point there would certainly be no going back. (not that there is anyway, now that mystery's poured his heart out.)
his hands press a bit more firmly against romance's cheeks and when he leans into his touch, he can't help stroking over his skin for encouragement, hoping it's enough to comfort him like romance had been doing for him only moments ago. and if romance does cry, it's only right that he gingerly wipes the tears away, cradling him closer while he gently whispers whatever reassuring things he can manage.
i believe you. god, mystery's heart feels so full, it's almost like he could burst, and he almost does. tears start welling up in his own eyes again, but rather than let them spill over, he squeezes them back and nods with understanding.] I'm here.
[and when romance leans to kiss him, he moves to meet the motion, a quiet little hum passing between them after romance's hand slides into his hair. he lowers an arm, hooks it around the other demon's shoulders to tug him closer, then he breaks away to whisper against his lips, the softest repeat of what he's already said.] I'm here, [he says, though he does follow it up with a sigh and,] I promise.
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Thank you.
[ He pulls in a rattly breath, tasting Mystery's words on his tongue, saving them and swallowing them down before he leans in to kiss him again, harder, hungrier, needier. He can feel the obsession sweeping in, taking over, mind twisting into that toxic thing he can be. Mystery is his now, his and there's no going back.
He shifts Mystery in his lap, then eases him off, but only for a moment, just long enough to push him down against the bed, hands slipping up his shirt, nails dragging over his skin. ]
I want you. Now.
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You're welcome.
[anything, he thinks, and that's when romance leans to kiss him properly again, stealing his breath away with how fervent it really is. he dips impossibly closer, hooking both arms around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold them in place.
however, his hands loosen when he feels himself being moved, both of them shifting to grip romance's shoulders instead once he's twisted and pressed down onto the bed. his breath leaves him in a soft huff as those hands dip beneath his shirt and nails scrape over his skin, causing him to immediately arch into the touch without second-guessing, the faintest smile quirking his lips at the edges.]
Take me, then. I'm all yours, Romance.
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I'm afraid I'm a little impatient.
[ Extremely, as evidenced by his urgent kisses, hand sliding back down over his side, fumbling between them to tug at Mystery's pants. ]
Extremely impatient.
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So it would seem.
[but mystery meets each kiss with fervor, reaching his hands to cup romance's face again, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, their noses nudging together every now and then when he pulls back to breathe. he goes for romance's shirt after a moment, trying to peel it off him without disturbing what he's doing with his pants.]
I don't mind, though. [obviously, and he might be somewhat impatient himself, given how he immediately goes for romance's pants, too.]
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Romance is, for all his calmness, still kind of pissed.
He has no right to be, but he is anyway, and it reflects in his movements, in the urgency with which he strips Mystery down, shoving clothes on the floor. There's a low, possessive growl in his throat, a rumble that vibrates his mirror, that rattles the windows. He's been holding back since Mystery accidentally sent him that text, alerting him to the transgression.
The second there’s skin, Romance pins their hips together and kisses Mystery like he’s trying to swallow the apology out of his mouth, hands roaming greedily, dragging down Mystery’s sides, squeezing his hips like he’s staking a claim he nearly lost.
He grinds in, slow but deliberate, a filthy drag of his cock against Mystery’s - not enough to satisfy, just enough to make Mystery gasp and maybe cling tighter. ]
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yet, anyway. as they continue, it might hit him, but until then, he's letting the other demon do as he wishes and is only doing whatever is necessary to encourage him.
the growl is a pretty telltale sign that romance is still a little heated; it echos around them, shaking the mirror, the windows, and mystery's expression falters slightly. his brow furrows and he briefly glances around them, though his attention is immediately back on romance once he descends on him like that.
he hooks both arms around romance's shoulders to hold them together, a soft gasp passing between them when romance kisses him so fiercely, even if that doesn't stop him from kissing back. when those hands find his hips, he doesn't resist wriggling slightly, the motion hopefully reassuring, although he does feel a spike of anxiety striking his chest as if he's being... well, not punished, per se, but it feels different from the usual way they fool around.
nevertheless, a breathless groan escapes him and falls into romance's mouth, his arms tightening around him just as anticipated, his hips bucking against romance's in kind. there's little he can do besides latching on and, despite his momentary unease, he finds himself wanting more, which is what he's silently asking for with his movements.]
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You're mine.
[ There's no way Mystery can possibly understand just how much Romance means that, or what it means for the both of them.
Mystery hasn't done anything wrong, but when Romance had gotten that misfired text, he'd seen red, almost gone after Baby in that moment, only waiting for Mystery's response and reactions and explanations. He'd tear the world open for Mystery, that's how much he affects Romance.
He positions himself, sliding his hand up and down his length, using his own slick, pressing the head just against Mystery's entrance. ]
Promise me you're mine. [ He's already said it, and will probably regret it, but Romance wants to hear it again. ]
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perhaps he doesn't understand it now, but he could when given the chance, and what better chance than now?
his breath comes in a shaky exhale, his hand still resting firmly on the back of romance's, like he's afraid if he lets go, it'll only make him more impatient. while it hadn't occurred to him at the time, he did think about it on his way to romance's room, how it would feel to be on the other side of such a text and he didn't like it. this is why he's not going to judge romance for still being pissed off if he is, he's just going to let him ride it out in whatever way he needs, even if it means an angry fuck.
still, his features are a clear mixture of anticipation and slight worry, as if he might move wrong and make things worse rather than making them better, which is exactly why he doesn't try moving when romance positions himself.
instead, he swallows hard, breathes another trembling sigh, then he licks his lips and strokes his fingers down romance's forearm for further encouragement.]
I'm yours, [he says it unwaveringly, keeping his gaze fully focused on romance's face while he tacks on,] Promise.
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How would you have felt if this were reversed?
[ It's murmured in Mystery's ear, lips warm, brushing over his skin, hand stroking him slow and easy, almost lazy. ]
If I'd sent pictures to Abby. Like the ones I sent you when you were out, that one time.
[ All artful like a damn renaissance painting, draped over the bed, stretched out like a cat. ]
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I... I wouldn't like it.
[romance's mouth is warm against his ear, but there's a cold, sinking feeling in his stomach. he gently shakes his head, trying to fight back the burning urge to cry again, though he's careful not to bump into romance while he's doing so.]
I don't want anyone else to see you like that. [not now, not ever, and especially not when he knows how badly it hurt romance.
not only is there a burn in his face, but it spreads through his throat, down his chest and into his stomach, quickly replacing the coldness he was feeling moments ago. is this jealousy? is this what it feels like? if so, he doesn't think anyone should ever feel this way, particularly when it comes to someone he cares so much about.]
I'm sorry... [he doesn't know how much he can say it, but he will do so until romance is appeased.]
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[ Because Romance sure doesn't like it, he can't imagine Mystery would.
He's petty enough to do it right back, but with lines defined and boundaries set, he won't. He would never. He might be a toxic bitch in other ways, but never that. ]
I know you're sorry, darling. And I forgive you. [ He keeps stroking his cock, nosing into his neck and kissing down to the join of his shoulder, and nips once, sharp. ] Do you know why I'm upset? I think it's obvious, but maybe it isn't.
[ It is to him, but when it comes to things like this, his obsessions, others aren't drowning in limerence like Romance is. ]
It's because I love you, Mystery. Desperately.
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this isn't fair. mystery fucked up and here romance is, touching him and kissing him like it's totally fine when it's not. if anything, romance should be allowed to do whatever he wants, even if only briefly, then they could have things settled. (or that's what mystery's twisted mind thinks, anyway.)
but romance forgives him and keeps touching him, trailing down to his shoulder where he leaves a bite that makes his hips jolt and his mouth pop open in a soft gasp. again, he shakes his head, a little more wildly this time, but he's still careful to not knock their heads together or anything.] I don't— [which is why he doesn't say much else and what romance says next, well . . .
i love you. desperately. for a split second, he stops breathing altogether, his heart squeezed like it's in a vice, the sensation making him want to both scream and cry at the same time.
it doesn't dawn on him immediately that he should breathe, though when it does, he sucks in a breath, raises both his hands to romance's face and grabs him, forcing him up so they're face-to-face. he stares, his mouth hanging open slightly, as if he's searching for words that he can't find despite them being right on the tip of his tongue. he loves me? he loves me!
another, sharper inhale comes and he pushes forward to press their lips together in a searing kiss, one hand moving up into romance's hair, tangling through the strands while his opposite arm moves to wrap around him in a tight embrace. he holds it for a long moment, pouring all his feelings into the gesture first, but he does withdraw afterward, cheeks wet with fresh tears, his voice shaking slightly as he answers.] I-I love you too, Romance.
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Is it returned? Or is he pushing something now that Mystery doesn't want? Does he need to back off, give them both some time with the truths spilling from his lips? Is the kiss simply to shut him up?
Hands in his hair always makes him weak and distracts him and he shivers, hips grinding against Mystery like he's afraid of losing him if he lets go. His breathing stutters in his chest when Mystery clings to him, eyes closing as Romance rubs their cheeks together, feeling the damp of Mystery's tears against his skin.
Maybe he said it too fast. Maybe he said it at the wrong time, it's entirely possible.
His concerns evaporate along with his anger and jealousy when Mystery looks him in the eyes and says those words, ones Romance hasn't ever heard in earnestness before. He's been told in the heat of the moment, when he's been on one of their kings little 'missions', but it's never meant. People say shit like that in the heat of the moment when he's been manipulating them, pretty lies coaxed out from humans Romance didn't care about. But Mystery means it; Romance can hear it in the way he says it, the tremble in his voice.
He shifts so he can cup Mystery's face, brush his thumb over his cheek and speak between soft kisses. ]
Don't cry, my little star.
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the words seep into the cracks, filling them in, warming him in a way he didn't think he'd ever feel again and yet here romance is, proving that wrong. maybe it's a lot all at once, that doesn't mean he won't say that he doesn't feel the same way because he does.
he strokes his hand through romance's hair, silently reassuring, another breathless noise passing his lips when the other demon grinds against him. it's easy enough to roll against him in kind, his legs shifting so he can wrap them around romance's waist, effectively locking them together, his breath borderlining on hyperventilating as romance rubs their cheeks together. he feels so full and not just for obvious reasons; his heart feels like it's going to burst.
no, romance said it at the right time, and despite his own worries, he can fully admit there's still a little lingering thing that bothers him.
saying it seems to break them a little further, with mystery falling silent again as romance lets his response sink in. he could mistake it for a heat of the moment thing, it's true, but the way it's said, the quiver in his voice, the way he moves to cradle romance's face again— there's no way he doesn't mean it. he would say it a hundred times if it meant that romance would believe him, except this one moment seems to work perfectly fine. he leans into romance's touch, sniffling slightly, his fingertips rubbing romance's cheeks in kind, slowly but surely moving down the sides of his neck to his shoulders where he lets his hands rest for now.]
I can't help it, [mystery admits quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking again.] I hurt you. We love each other and I hurt you. [he presses heavier against the hand on his face, reaching to hold it, his exhale trembling despite his best attempts.]
Please, Romance, I want you to hurt me back. Whatever you want to do to me, I— I deserve it.
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Their noses brush as he moves, hips rocking, letting the slick from the two of them slide over his cock, breathing turning rough. ]
Mystery... [ Yes, he hurt Romance. But it wasn't his fault, it wasn't anyone's fault, and his request makes Romance pause, brow furrowed. ]
What? You don't deserve it. [ He drops another kiss to his cheek, the tip of his nose, eyelids and finally to his mouth. ] You really want me to hurt you?
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his own breath hitches when their hips come together again, the hand on his chest moving to rest against romance's, his fingertips pushing enough to dimple the skin, though his claws don't show. instead, they stay soft and human-like, painted nails a stark flash of contrast against romance's skin as he gently strokes romance's chest, right over his heart.
he pinches his lips, although that doesn't stop them from trembling, his gaze wholly focused on romance's face, his own expression twisting slightly.]
But I do. [and, regardless of the fact he thinks he deserves to be punished, it doesn't stop him from leaning closer, a soft little whine escaping him after romance kisses his mouth. he nods without reconsidering, trying not to think too deeply about what romance might do because a part of him still selfishly doesn't want it, but he knows it's what he deserves. (or what he believes, anyway.)] Please...
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He’s not sure how he feels about this.
Confessions, tears, the raw ache of that I love you, and now this, Mystery begging for pain like it’s a penance instead of a kink. Romance’s jealousy is mostly evaporated though some is still simmering, but the idea of actually hurting Mystery? Of punishing him?
It twists something in his gut, and not entirely in a good way.
He tilts his head to brush his nose along Mystery's cheek, then buries it in his hair, voice low and deep and rumbling. ]
Sweetheart...you wanting my teeth in you because you’re turned on is one thing. [ His thumb strokes over the back of Mystery's hand, hips still casually rolling, letting the slick between them smear over his cock, and he exhales harshly against his neck. ]
But hurting you because you think you deserve it...I'm not sure I like that. [ Not that he doesn't want to drag his teeth over Mystery's body, leave marks on him, make sure everyone knows who he belongs to. It's the context of it that's bothering him. ]
I don't like the idea of telling you how I feel, then turning around and hurting you.
[ His eyes flicker honey gold, and he lets go of Mystery's hand in favor of sliding up and taking his jaw, forcing Mystery to look at him. ]
I just told you I love you. Don’t ask me to hurt the person I’d die for.
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maybe romance isn't as jealous anymore, that doesn't lessen the fact he royally fucked up and he has to do something to make up for it; hurting him in return is the only thing he can think of that seems to be on equal footing.
it doesn't occur to him that making love could be just as much of a forgiveness as hurting him is. not immediately, anyway. give him a moment to let romance's words sink in somewhat deeper and perhaps it will dawn on him that it's a much better choice, especially in comparison to the other idea.
mystery trembles whenever romance noses along his hair, his hand clenching a little tighter to the one holding his, the timbre of romance's voice a comfort in this trying time.
of course, he will always want romance's teeth on him, whether it's a show of affection or possession, he doesn't care as long as romance is only doing it to him. he groans quietly at their hips rolling together again, his head tilting faintly so he can rest it against romance's, breath coming in a sharp gasp at the heat across his neck.
please, he wants to beg once more, relentlessly plead with romance to do something to make him feel like he'd felt not so long ago, but romance seems dead-set on giving him the opposite. he's holding his hand, grinding against him with purpose, making him feel treasured rather than rejected, and mystery wants to scream and cry, unsure how to handle the emotions that bubble up alongside such sweet gestures.
he finally lets his eyes flutter back open, mouth opening like he's going to protest, but then romance grabs his face and all he can do his gape, wide golden eyes staring up at him. don't ask me to hurt the person i'd die for. fuck, his heart, it really is going to explode at this rate.
his throat works with some extra effort, both of his hands moving this time, one of them drifting along romance's shoulder while the opposite one reaches to grasp his wrist, not pulling him away from holding him as much as it's just gripping.]
Okay, [mystery rasps, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks again, his thumb rubbing against the inside of romance's wrist. how could he be so stupid, asking romance to do something like that? god, he really is just fucking up all over the place tonight—
but perhaps he can try again? try something that's a little less harmful.] ...make love to me, then. Show me I'm yours over and over again and don't stop until we're both appeased.
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Now that I can do.
[ Romance isn't a cruel demon. He's feral, toxic, jealous and possessive, but he isn't cruel for the sake of it. There's no pleasure in that, and he's a demon born of a deal for desire, pleasure, adoration. There is none of that in pain that isn't wanted, in torture. Other demons may enjoy that sort of thing, but he doesn't. No, he wants his partners to feel worshiped and loved - and now that Mystery is his only partner, all of his attention is focused on one singular demon. If Mystery wants to be bitten, he'll bite, but not because Mystery thinks he deserves it. ]
With great pleasure, in fact.
[ He releases Mystery's jaw, drags his fingers down his chin and neck to rest on his chest, the feel of Mystery's grip wrapped around his wrist tight and anchoring. ]
No more tears, beloved. Everything is alright. Let me love you properly.
[ Again and again, until they're both appeased. ]
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Good.
[because, as selfish as it is, he needs something to reassure him that everything really is okay, that they are going to be okay. mystery knows that romance is a love demon and he appreciates the fact that he leans more into that than the worst parts of being a demon. others probably would've just taken him up on the offer to punish him, and they would've done so happily, but romance doesn't; his way of showing things is much different. it almost makes him sigh with relief, though he bites it back, not wanting to show that he was actually worried about what could've happened, seeing as he truly thought his comeuppance should've been something far more brutal.
his grip tightens slightly on romance's wrist when the hand leaves his face and travels down his chin, over his neck and eventually coming to rest on his chest where he imagines romance can probably feel his racing heartrate. he doesn't concern himself with that either, however, too busy focusing on romance and the way he's looking at him.
beloved. he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the abrupt burn behind his eyes, then he reopens them and tilts until he can kiss romance's chin, his words hardly above a whisper,] Give me everything. I love you, Romance.
[and he means it just as much as the first time, perhaps even more this time since he is more confident with the feeling now.]
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Today isn't that day. ]
Breathe, [ he says softly; he can feel Mystery's pulse racing, and while that's precisely what Romance wants, he doesn't want it due to anxiety, to fear. Romance wants his heart slamming in his chest while he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of him, his breathing ragged in his throat while he teases and plays. He doesn't want Mystery afraid of him.
Mystery's lips on his chin are sweet, and he dips his head to steal a proper kiss, catching his lower lip, teeth lightly nipping. ]
I'll give you all that I am.
[ And more.
He pulls free of Mystery's grasp after he steals a final kiss, letting his lips leave a damp line down his neck and chest, over his belly and to his hip. Settling between Mystery's legs, Romance rubs his cheek against his inner thigh, pressing a light kiss before leaning in and dragging his tongue up the length of Mysterys' cock, from base to tip, slow and easy. As hurried as he was earlier, he's cooled down, his desperation to prove something settled into something far more confident. ]
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