[ He doesn’t look as polished these days, not when they’re always running, not when the world’s gone to hell and taken half their hearts with it. He still tries, of course he does, it’s in his blood, in his design. But it’s a performance now, a ritual done out of habit more than hunger. The shine doesn’t stick like it used to, and he can't bring himself to really care.
His eyes flutter shut as Baby's fingers glide over his tongue, the motion slow and deliberate, each push and pull coaxing him deeper into surrender. He doesn't resist, doesn't want to. He needs this just as much as Baby does - there's different ways to feel in control of something, and maybe that's something they both need right now. Everything else has gone to shit, everything else is out of their hands - this one thing doesn't have to feel like that. It's easy to slip under like this, let someone else steer, allow someone else to steer.
There's bliss in it, in being good, in being wanted. Baby’s hand is warm at his cock, and all Romance can do is breathe through his nose and sink deeper into it, shoulders relaxing under the weight of someone else’s will. His cock twitches in Baby's hand, a low noise rumbling in his chest as pleasure rolls through him in waves at a simple touch.
For now, he's just a vessel. Willing, pliant, and burning hot from the inside out. ]
[funny, because romance still tries, and even that's something in the grand scheme of things. to be fair, baby looks messier too, his hair not as styled as it might usually be, or his clothes sitting a little more cock-eyed than usual; it's just how things are now and they have to deal with it. (or pull themselves together and make themselves look more presentable if the time calls for it—) which, thankfully, isn't too often nowadays.
his attention is solely focused on romance's face, the way his expression shifts, that careful movement of his eyelashes and the press of his fingers past his lips. fuck, he could probably get off on just this, watching romance work his fingers with his mouth, but he's definitely far greedier than that and wants to feel him in other sorts of ways as well. for now, he keeps doing what he's doing, eyes eventually becoming half-lidded the longer he does, his heartbeat fluttering a little faster because god, it feels so good to do this, it's almost like a drug. not only does it feel euphoric, but he could easily get addicted to having romance this willing for him.
after a couple more seconds, baby stops the motion of his hand, his fingertips pressing down on romance's tongue, like he's trying to make saliva pool where they sit, then he withdraws the digits with a heavy sigh, a strand of spit still connecting them to romance's bottom lip as he lowers his hand. his hand quickens slightly on romance's cock, palm sliding over the head, his fingers tightening somewhat to offer more friction.]
How do you want to be for me? [he asks it so easily, so simply, one would think he's just asking any ordinary question but.] On your back? Staying on your hands and knees?
[ It takes quite the effort for Romance's eyes to open, Baby's words pulling him back to the surface, though they're muffled and warped like he's behind glass.
His mouth empty, lips slick, he blinks up at Baby slowly, taking a slow breath in and holds it before letting it out in a soft whoosh. It's hard to think with Baby's hand on his cock like that, and it's a moment before he's able to response, his voice low and throaty, raspy in his chest. ]
Hands and knees.
short tags are still good tags, as i always say!!!
[honestly, he's a little surprised – and impressed, to be fair – that romance has enough coherency to actually answer his question. it has something warm settling in his chest, something that's a little mix of pride and a lot of delight that he's able to handle romance this way. it's almost unfair, how much control he has right now, but he's certainly not complaining about it.
instead, he's relishing in his work, the shine of romance's mouth, the way he blinks up at him, how he looks a bit dazed and sounds somewhat breathless despite the fact they haven't even fucked properly yet. if he can have romance like this by just playing with his mouth and jerking him off, he can only imagine what sort of command he could have once they've taken this a step further.]
Mmm, perfect. [baby withdraws his other hand from romance's cock, lifts it to his chin and gently taps against it, an idle little motion like he's trying to decide what to say.] Turn around, then. Let me get you ready for me.
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His eyes flutter shut as Baby's fingers glide over his tongue, the motion slow and deliberate, each push and pull coaxing him deeper into surrender. He doesn't resist, doesn't want to. He needs this just as much as Baby does - there's different ways to feel in control of something, and maybe that's something they both need right now. Everything else has gone to shit, everything else is out of their hands - this one thing doesn't have to feel like that. It's easy to slip under like this, let someone else steer, allow someone else to steer.
There's bliss in it, in being good, in being wanted. Baby’s hand is warm at his cock, and all Romance can do is breathe through his nose and sink deeper into it, shoulders relaxing under the weight of someone else’s will. His cock twitches in Baby's hand, a low noise rumbling in his chest as pleasure rolls through him in waves at a simple touch.
For now, he's just a vessel. Willing, pliant, and burning hot from the inside out. ]
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his attention is solely focused on romance's face, the way his expression shifts, that careful movement of his eyelashes and the press of his fingers past his lips. fuck, he could probably get off on just this, watching romance work his fingers with his mouth, but he's definitely far greedier than that and wants to feel him in other sorts of ways as well. for now, he keeps doing what he's doing, eyes eventually becoming half-lidded the longer he does, his heartbeat fluttering a little faster because god, it feels so good to do this, it's almost like a drug. not only does it feel euphoric, but he could easily get addicted to having romance this willing for him.
after a couple more seconds, baby stops the motion of his hand, his fingertips pressing down on romance's tongue, like he's trying to make saliva pool where they sit, then he withdraws the digits with a heavy sigh, a strand of spit still connecting them to romance's bottom lip as he lowers his hand. his hand quickens slightly on romance's cock, palm sliding over the head, his fingers tightening somewhat to offer more friction.]
How do you want to be for me? [he asks it so easily, so simply, one would think he's just asking any ordinary question but.] On your back? Staying on your hands and knees?
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His mouth empty, lips slick, he blinks up at Baby slowly, taking a slow breath in and holds it before letting it out in a soft whoosh. It's hard to think with Baby's hand on his cock like that, and it's a moment before he's able to response, his voice low and throaty, raspy in his chest. ]
Hands and knees.
short tags are still good tags, as i always say!!!
instead, he's relishing in his work, the shine of romance's mouth, the way he blinks up at him, how he looks a bit dazed and sounds somewhat breathless despite the fact they haven't even fucked properly yet. if he can have romance like this by just playing with his mouth and jerking him off, he can only imagine what sort of command he could have once they've taken this a step further.]
Mmm, perfect. [baby withdraws his other hand from romance's cock, lifts it to his chin and gently taps against it, an idle little motion like he's trying to decide what to say.] Turn around, then. Let me get you ready for me.