[ 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 Mysteryβs 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'tβ I'm going toβ [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. ]
[as much as he would love to stay like this all day, they will eventually have to come apart because there will be something that will need their attention, regardless of if they don't want to attend to it. he is trying, however, to hold out as long as he can, even if it's difficult with how talented romance's mouth is.
said unraveling is happening a lot faster than he expected it to, but mystery doesn't seem to mind. if anything, he embraces it, kneading over romance's shoulder and stroking through his hair, the motions encouraging.
the rise and fall of his chest is heavier now, his breath coming a little more quickly, his eyelashes fluttering wildly with pleasure. he reluctantly loosens his hand from romance's hair, raises it and presses his knuckles against his mouth, effectively muffling another, slightly softer noise, but it isn't enough to quiet him when he comes. the orgasm slams into him, has his hand flying up to grasp one of the pillows above his head, his whole body arching into a tight little bend, a high-pitched cry escaping him as he releases into romance's mouth, giving him exactly what he wants.]
[ Good, good. Just like that, that is exactly what Romance wants. He wants to taste him, to see him ecstatic and lost in the throes of pleasure and passion.
And when Mystery comes undone, it's beautiful. Romance rumbles, pleased, swallowing every bit of him down the moment it hits his tongue, the back of his throat. His nails dig into Mystery's thighs, and he frees one hand so he can throw an arm over Mystery's abdomen, hold him down as Romance drinks him in. It settles warm in his belly, and Romance won't stop or pull off until he's sure that Mystery is spent.
Then and only then does he lift his head, eyes bright, lips swollen as he watches Mystery's face, head tipped, a very self-satisfied smile curling across his face. ]
[his hand he still has on romance's shoulder grips, hard and unrelenting, likely enough to leave finger-shaped marks behind and mystery doesn't seem to care. let romance have just as many marks as he'd like, that way everyone will know they belong to one another and nobody else.
he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.
[ God, Mystery is utterly exquisite. The elegant arch of his spine, the muffled groan, the rise and fall of his chest as he comes undone. He'd noticed Mystery's allure before, of course he had, but he hadn't fully appreciated it until Mystery had come to him on his knees in supplication, as if he were begging for penance for some imagined sin.
Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
[the only reason he's like this is because of romance; the other demon should be pleased with himself, being able to make him unravel like this, to lose himself in a way he cannot seem to contain any time they're together. he knows he's said that he's too much before, but romance was genuinely telling the truth: he doesn't care and wants mystery to be himself, and it's been something that's stuck with him this entire time since that day he came to romance on his knees.
his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]
[ Romance laughs, breathless as Mystery sings, and he shifts between those pretty thighs to drop kisses along his skin. He crawls his way up the length of Mystery's body, mouth tracing a path up his chest and neck, teeth catching his earlobe. ]
You make me happy, [ he purrs, the noise deep in his chest, voice low and hungry, slotting his hips with Mystery's as he settles over him. He leans in, tilts his head to catch Mystery's lips in a kiss, soft and sweet at first before it turns hungry.
And Mystery smells so good, too. Romance dots his cheek with kisses, working his way back over to his ear, nosing into his hair and breathing in deep, committing the scent to memory. ]
[it makes his heart flutter, the sound of romance's laughter, although the kisses are doing a great job at making his heartbeat skip, too. he exhales a content-sounding sigh, doing his best not to squirm when those teeth find his earlobe, the sensation sending a whole new pleasurable feeling rushing through him.]
I know. You make me happy, too. [that is not how the rest of that song goes, but he doesn't care, not when romance's hips come up against his, his breath catching in his throat and escaping in a little whine after their lips come together. his arms move, reaching up and circling around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold him in place as the kiss deepens.
today, he smells of watermelon and sandalwood again and something that's so sweet, it's almost cloying in a way. mystery probably couldn't tell what it is, but whatever the smell, romance seems to like it, and that makes him feel pleased.]
You have me, [he reminds him, his head turning so he can kiss the shell of romance's ear before speaking against it.] All of me. Always.
[ Whatever it is Mystery is wearing, it makes Romance want to bite him. ]
Mmm. Excellent. [ He hums softly, savoring Mystery's voice in his ear before easing back, slipping a hand between them, using his own slick to nudge up against Mystery's entrance, teasing with his knuckle, before glancing over with his fingertips.
His head drops into Mystery's neck to lick a stripe up his neck, settling just under his ear where he nips, quick and sharp before sucking hard, worrying a mark into his skin as he sinks two fingers inside of him. ]
[of course, romance is welcome to bite him as much as he likes, especially if it means leaving marks behind that he can look at and admire later.]
Hmmm. [mystery hums in kind, gently nuzzling their heads together, a soft, breathy little noise passing his lips whenever romance teases against his entrance. it takes all his willpower to not squirm, his legs shifting slightly so he can press his knees against romance's sides, gently digging in.
he shivers, a full-bodied thing, his shoulders bobbing as romance licks over his neck, another thready sound escaping him the moment those fingers press into him. his head tilts, just enough to offer romance more room, his eyelashes fluttering at the pleasurable sensation shooting throughout his body.]Haah, Romance... [then he licks his lips, reaching one hand to tangle through romance's hair, the other moving to grip his shoulder, the scrape of his nails a bit harder than he actually means.]
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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'tβ I'm going toβ [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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said unraveling is happening a lot faster than he expected it to, but mystery doesn't seem to mind. if anything, he embraces it, kneading over romance's shoulder and stroking through his hair, the motions encouraging.
the rise and fall of his chest is heavier now, his breath coming a little more quickly, his eyelashes fluttering wildly with pleasure. he reluctantly loosens his hand from romance's hair, raises it and presses his knuckles against his mouth, effectively muffling another, slightly softer noise, but it isn't enough to quiet him when he comes. the orgasm slams into him, has his hand flying up to grasp one of the pillows above his head, his whole body arching into a tight little bend, a high-pitched cry escaping him as he releases into romance's mouth, giving him exactly what he wants.]
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And when Mystery comes undone, it's beautiful. Romance rumbles, pleased, swallowing every bit of him down the moment it hits his tongue, the back of his throat. His nails dig into Mystery's thighs, and he frees one hand so he can throw an arm over Mystery's abdomen, hold him down as Romance drinks him in. It settles warm in his belly, and Romance won't stop or pull off until he's sure that Mystery is spent.
Then and only then does he lift his head, eyes bright, lips swollen as he watches Mystery's face, head tipped, a very self-satisfied smile curling across his face. ]
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he arches a little deeper, tilting his head all the way back and gripping harder to the pillow he's got a hold on, dragging it down so he can rest it over his face and muffle the obscene-sounding noises he keeps making. the nails in his thighs certainly don't quell them any and when romance's arm moves across his abdomen, he groans at the pressure, his chest somehow heaving harder as he gasps for breath beneath the press of the pillow. fuck, he's totally wrecked already and all romance has done is go down on him.
with some obvious reluctance, mystery nudges the pillow away, letting it fall to the wayside, his half-lidded eyes downcasting to where romance is still between his legs. his face is immediately hot, the sight of romance's smile making his stomach twist in the best way, and he lets his own lips quirk faintly, his hand moving from romance's shoulder to his cheek so he can rub across the soft skin there.] You're beautiful. My perfect Romance.
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Now, Romance sees him for all of his glory, all of his grace and beauty, and it's all his, and Romance is never letting him go, never letting another put a hand on him in any capacity.
He will rip them to pieces should anyone try.
Romance's eyes slip shut, humming as he tips his head into his hand, savoring the touch. His lips part as he turns his face to kiss Mystery's palm and he smiles, both at Mystery and to himself, the ache and bruise blooming on his shoulder a mark he'll wear with pride. ]
You are my sunshine, darling.
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his other hand moves to rest against his chest, following the slowing rise and fall of it, to the point he's trying to press down when he exhales, like it'll help calm him further. he clenches the hand after a moment, pressing his nails into his skin, the small prick of pain a little grounding and a lot pleasurable. it makes him shake, but he doesn't move otherwise, too content and spent to bring himself to do so.
should anyone try to put their hands on romance, mystery will absolutely lose his mind, too. he's probably the calmest out of all of them, but one wrong move from someone and it's over for them. romance is his and he won't be afraid to show it now.
he continues stroking along romance's face, cupping against his cheek when he leans into his hand, the press gentle yet firm, and when romance kisses his palm, it makes his heart stutter. his own mouth curves this time, a soft little laugh passing his lips at romance's remark.]
My only sunshine, [he singsongs it, clearly somewhat giddy, his own chest thrumming with delight at the sweet praise.]
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You make me happy, [ he purrs, the noise deep in his chest, voice low and hungry, slotting his hips with Mystery's as he settles over him. He leans in, tilts his head to catch Mystery's lips in a kiss, soft and sweet at first before it turns hungry.
And Mystery smells so good, too. Romance dots his cheek with kisses, working his way back over to his ear, nosing into his hair and breathing in deep, committing the scent to memory. ]
I want you, darling.
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I know. You make me happy, too. [that is not how the rest of that song goes, but he doesn't care, not when romance's hips come up against his, his breath catching in his throat and escaping in a little whine after their lips come together. his arms move, reaching up and circling around romance's shoulders, his fingers lacing together at the back of his neck to effectively hold him in place as the kiss deepens.
today, he smells of watermelon and sandalwood again and something that's so sweet, it's almost cloying in a way. mystery probably couldn't tell what it is, but whatever the smell, romance seems to like it, and that makes him feel pleased.]
You have me, [he reminds him, his head turning so he can kiss the shell of romance's ear before speaking against it.] All of me. Always.
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Mmm. Excellent. [ He hums softly, savoring Mystery's voice in his ear before easing back, slipping a hand between them, using his own slick to nudge up against Mystery's entrance, teasing with his knuckle, before glancing over with his fingertips.
His head drops into Mystery's neck to lick a stripe up his neck, settling just under his ear where he nips, quick and sharp before sucking hard, worrying a mark into his skin as he sinks two fingers inside of him. ]
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Hmmm. [mystery hums in kind, gently nuzzling their heads together, a soft, breathy little noise passing his lips whenever romance teases against his entrance. it takes all his willpower to not squirm, his legs shifting slightly so he can press his knees against romance's sides, gently digging in.
he shivers, a full-bodied thing, his shoulders bobbing as romance licks over his neck, another thready sound escaping him the moment those fingers press into him. his head tilts, just enough to offer romance more room, his eyelashes fluttering at the pleasurable sensation shooting throughout his body.] Haah, Romance... [then he licks his lips, reaching one hand to tangle through romance's hair, the other moving to grip his shoulder, the scrape of his nails a bit harder than he actually means.]