[ 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. ]
[a lot of things, really, and maybe – just maybe! – romance will be able to pull a straightforward answer out of him when he does eventually ask.
for the moment, mystery does his best to do what he's told, breathing in deep and measured and exhaling in the same manner, repeating the motion until his heart has started beating somewhat normal again. he hates to think that romance is worried about him being afraid, which is something else that helps calm him from the high-strung emotions he'd been experiencing. contentment feels so much better than anxiety, he has to admit, and he lets the feeling sink into him, his body slowly but surely relaxing against the mattress beneath them.
he tilts to meet the kiss better when it comes, his free hand moving and stroking over romance's cheek, silently appreciating him and everything that he is.]
And you have all of me.
[albeit with clear reluctance, he lets romance pull away, both of his hands lowering to his sides so he can grip the bedsheets, fingers twisting up tight in the fabric in his best attempt to keep from grabbing romance to stop him. his head drops back as romance's mouth moves down his body, drawing soft little noises from him with each gesture, but he grows slightly louder whenever he reaches his hip and then rubs his cheek against his thigh. despite his best attempts, he does move one hand to rest atop romance's head once he's settled between his thighs, a sharp gasp passing his lips when that wicked tongue trails over his cock so languidly, causing him to roll his hips in response to the motion.
this feels so much better than punishment, the way romance's confidence pours back into him, making mystery outright thrilled that he's not so angry anymore.]
[ He teases at the tip of Mystery's cock with a small smile, and gives his hips a squeeze before glancing up. He loves seeing Mystery breathless, loves seeing him grip the sheets and tear them under his claws. ]
You can touch me however you like. Remember, you don't have to hold back with me. Be yourself.
[ He flashes Mystery a wink, then wraps his pretty lips around Mystery's cock and sinks down, all the way to the base, letting it hit the back of his throat. A demon like Romance can take it - what's a gag relax when you've been curated to the kind of thing Romance is? Nonexistent, that's what it is. ]
[mystery's head tips further back, his mouth falling open in a loud, lewd groan, the hand on the sheets gripping harder as he tugs them. he breathes a shaky sigh, doing his best to nod in understanding, regardless of the fact it's a little difficult to do so when he's arching his back so deep already.]
You can do the same to me, of course. [that much should be extremely obvious.
at least he catches the wink when he raises his head long enough to look down at romance, but he drops back again almost immediately afterward, squeezing his eyes shut and stroking his fingers through romance's hair for encouragement. he moans again, making no moves to stifle or muffle himself, his body shifting so he can roll up into romance's mouth, seeking more of that delightful heat as he sinks down on him.]
God, Romance...
[you're too good to me. it burns his mouth, even though he doesn't say it, the words lodging in his throat effectively choking him, but it's fortunate that he can pass the sound off as just another noise of pleasure while romance is going down on him.]
[ Romance smiles to himself and grips Mystery’s thighs, spreading them wider, deliberately glancing up and locking eye contact as he sinks all the way down again. He enjoys this, pleasing a partner with his mouth while his hands grip their hips, fingertips digging into flesh that gives so nicely.
The compliment floods him with pleasure, squirming between Mystery's thighs with a pleased hum that vibrates around his cock, low and throaty. Then he does it again, on purpose this time, just to feel how Mystery reacts, the breathlessness, the lovely noises he makes.
He eases up, drags his tongue slow and filthy across the slit to taste him, then lifts his head to flash a smile. ]
[his legs move with ease, parting further despite the burning urge to clamp them together on romance's head, especially after they make eye-contact again. he swallows thickly, working his fingers through romance's hair and down his neck, his nails pressing gently, then he drags them back up and over romance's scalp in a reverent scrape.
the hum around his dick has him jolting, another, sharper-sounding noise following the movement as he rolls his hips again. it's instinctive to move his other hand, to press it over his mouth and try to muffle himself, yet he resists, letting a low growl thrum in his chest instead. romance is fast-tracking him to an orgasm that he's not sure he's ready for yet, except it's difficult to resist with such motions and the fact they'd been grinding against each other for a little while before this.
he whimpers pitifully when romance lifts off, trying to arch his back in a silent plea for him to continue, even if that smile makes his heart dance in his chest. the remark about loving his noises only furthers the sensation, making him ultimately raise his other hand from the sheets so he can rest it over his face in an attempt to hide the way he blushes.]
[ Romance is determined to bring Mystery to climax more than once tonight, hold him tightly in his arms while he cries out in pleasure. He rubs his cheek against Mystery's thigh again, turning his face to press a kiss before sucking a sharp mark against his skin, scraping his teeth then dragging his tongue over to soothe. ]
You're beautiful, Mystery. You blush so pretty, the sounds you make are like music...I do so adore you.
[ He kisses the tip of his cock before sinking back down again, swallowing long and sharp, letting it hit the back of his throat before dragging back up and down again, setting a rhythm designed to drive Mystery mad. ]
[honestly, mystery would be more than content with a single climax, anything that makes it known that he belongs to romance and nobody else. multiple orgasms will really make him feel adored, however, and that's what will probably break him again. the tease against his thigh is a good start, romance's kiss making him tremble harder this time, but it's the bite that makes him gasp, his head dropping back and the hand not in romance's hair moving to press over his mouth. it isn't a real attempt at muffling himself, just a motion that he's so used to doing, which is why he lowers the hand after a couple of seconds and lets it rest against his chest.]
Romance... [he briefly lets it trail off, a quiet little laugh passing his lips afterward.] You're going to kill me.
[and that's even before romance starts going down on him again. he clamps his teeth together, breath hissing out between them, his hand brushing through romance's hair a bit more fervently, silently encouraging him while also following the up and down motion of his head. if romance is trying to drive him mad, it's working rather well, because he feels like he's going to lose himself far too quickly.]
[ Hands slide over his body to squeeze his thighs, push them further apart so he has more room, a better angle to dip down, swallow every inch and ease back up to suck on the tip before sinking down once more.
There's no gag reflex, no pulling back - Romance takes him deep, relaxes his throat, cheeks hollowing out with his effort. It's second nature, the way he performs for Mystery, how easy it is to want to do this, to find great joy in the sounds he makes, in the hand in his hair, in the way his skin flushes so pretty.
Fingers flex on his thighs and he makes an encouraging noise, a low him in his chest, vibrating around Mystery's cock. ]
[he swallows hard, the motion taking far more effort than expected, but he manages it either way, bringing his other hand down to grip romance's shoulder and press his nails against the skin once that lovely mouth suctions around the head of his cock. he's practically holding his breath as he goes back down, the air rushing out of him in a long, loud and obscene-sounding noise after a couple of seconds.
it's impossible not to lose himself, to let the sensation take over and build and build until he can't stand it anymore. the heat is pooling in his stomach, coiling tight and burning low, one of his legs moving so he can plant his foot, his toes curling with the pleasure that's spreading throughout his body.
when those hands move on his thighs and the noise vibrates around his dick, he can't stop himself from writhing, his head tipping back, mouth popping open on another noise.] Fuck, Romance, I c-can't— I'm going to— [it's broken, but it's a warning: unless romance wants him to come down his throat, he should probably stop.]
[ It's so lovely, how Mystery moves under his hands and mouth. He could stay here all day like this, let Mystery simply rest in his mouth, Romance between his thighs with his head resting against him with Mystery's cock warming in his mouth.
That is not what he wants right now, however. What he wants is Mystery unraveled.
Romance does not stop. Mystery coming down his throat is precisely what he wants, and instead of slowing or pulling off, he only renews his efforts, shifting to get a hand wrapped around the base as he speeds up, mouth and hand moving in tandem, a twist of the wrist, sucking long and sharp. ]
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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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for the moment, mystery does his best to do what he's told, breathing in deep and measured and exhaling in the same manner, repeating the motion until his heart has started beating somewhat normal again. he hates to think that romance is worried about him being afraid, which is something else that helps calm him from the high-strung emotions he'd been experiencing. contentment feels so much better than anxiety, he has to admit, and he lets the feeling sink into him, his body slowly but surely relaxing against the mattress beneath them.
he tilts to meet the kiss better when it comes, his free hand moving and stroking over romance's cheek, silently appreciating him and everything that he is.]
And you have all of me.
[albeit with clear reluctance, he lets romance pull away, both of his hands lowering to his sides so he can grip the bedsheets, fingers twisting up tight in the fabric in his best attempt to keep from grabbing romance to stop him. his head drops back as romance's mouth moves down his body, drawing soft little noises from him with each gesture, but he grows slightly louder whenever he reaches his hip and then rubs his cheek against his thigh. despite his best attempts, he does move one hand to rest atop romance's head once he's settled between his thighs, a sharp gasp passing his lips when that wicked tongue trails over his cock so languidly, causing him to roll his hips in response to the motion.
this feels so much better than punishment, the way romance's confidence pours back into him, making mystery outright thrilled that he's not so angry anymore.]
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You can touch me however you like. Remember, you don't have to hold back with me. Be yourself.
[ He flashes Mystery a wink, then wraps his pretty lips around Mystery's cock and sinks down, all the way to the base, letting it hit the back of his throat. A demon like Romance can take it - what's a gag relax when you've been curated to the kind of thing Romance is? Nonexistent, that's what it is. ]
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You can do the same to me, of course. [that much should be extremely obvious.
at least he catches the wink when he raises his head long enough to look down at romance, but he drops back again almost immediately afterward, squeezing his eyes shut and stroking his fingers through romance's hair for encouragement. he moans again, making no moves to stifle or muffle himself, his body shifting so he can roll up into romance's mouth, seeking more of that delightful heat as he sinks down on him.]
God, Romance...
[you're too good to me. it burns his mouth, even though he doesn't say it, the words lodging in his throat effectively choking him, but it's fortunate that he can pass the sound off as just another noise of pleasure while romance is going down on him.]
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The compliment floods him with pleasure, squirming between Mystery's thighs with a pleased hum that vibrates around his cock, low and throaty. Then he does it again, on purpose this time, just to feel how Mystery reacts, the breathlessness, the lovely noises he makes.
He eases up, drags his tongue slow and filthy across the slit to taste him, then lifts his head to flash a smile. ]
I love the noises you make. Such perfection.
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the hum around his dick has him jolting, another, sharper-sounding noise following the movement as he rolls his hips again. it's instinctive to move his other hand, to press it over his mouth and try to muffle himself, yet he resists, letting a low growl thrum in his chest instead. romance is fast-tracking him to an orgasm that he's not sure he's ready for yet, except it's difficult to resist with such motions and the fact they'd been grinding against each other for a little while before this.
he whimpers pitifully when romance lifts off, trying to arch his back in a silent plea for him to continue, even if that smile makes his heart dance in his chest. the remark about loving his noises only furthers the sensation, making him ultimately raise his other hand from the sheets so he can rest it over his face in an attempt to hide the way he blushes.]
Only you know how to make me like this.
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You're beautiful, Mystery. You blush so pretty, the sounds you make are like music...I do so adore you.
[ He kisses the tip of his cock before sinking back down again, swallowing long and sharp, letting it hit the back of his throat before dragging back up and down again, setting a rhythm designed to drive Mystery mad. ]
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Romance... [he briefly lets it trail off, a quiet little laugh passing his lips afterward.] You're going to kill me.
[and that's even before romance starts going down on him again. he clamps his teeth together, breath hissing out between them, his hand brushing through romance's hair a bit more fervently, silently encouraging him while also following the up and down motion of his head. if romance is trying to drive him mad, it's working rather well, because he feels like he's going to lose himself far too quickly.]
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There's no gag reflex, no pulling back - Romance takes him deep, relaxes his throat, cheeks hollowing out with his effort. It's second nature, the way he performs for Mystery, how easy it is to want to do this, to find great joy in the sounds he makes, in the hand in his hair, in the way his skin flushes so pretty.
Fingers flex on his thighs and he makes an encouraging noise, a low him in his chest, vibrating around Mystery's cock. ]
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it's impossible not to lose himself, to let the sensation take over and build and build until he can't stand it anymore. the heat is pooling in his stomach, coiling tight and burning low, one of his legs moving so he can plant his foot, his toes curling with the pleasure that's spreading throughout his body.
when those hands move on his thighs and the noise vibrates around his dick, he can't stop himself from writhing, his head tipping back, mouth popping open on another noise.] Fuck, Romance, I c-can't— I'm going to— [it's broken, but it's a warning: unless romance wants him to come down his throat, he should probably stop.]
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That is not what he wants right now, however. What he wants is Mystery unraveled.
Romance does not stop. Mystery coming down his throat is precisely what he wants, and instead of slowing or pulling off, he only renews his efforts, shifting to get a hand wrapped around the base as he speeds up, mouth and hand moving in tandem, a twist of the wrist, sucking long and sharp. ]
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