[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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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.]