[ Mystery crowds in closer, gets a hold of him to the point that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Romance is lifting a brow; maybe he isn't the only needy one of the group. ]
I'd like that. [ He pauses, takes another deep breath of Mystery's hair. ] Are...you alright?
[to be fair, romance could probably escape by teleporting, but why would he want to do that? and no, he definitely isn't the only needy one. mystery is just very careful about who he's needy with and romance is the lucky subject.
he nods slightly, trying to keep his breathing steady.] Just. Don't let me go.
[ Mystery is indeed a mystery, a confusing little demon that Romance has claimed and no, he will not be letting go. His grip tightens around him, holding him close and making no move to pull back or escape. ]
I won't, Mystery. [ He rests his cheek against his head, eyes closing, rocking them ever so slightly. ]
[really living up to his name without even trying too hard here. when romance grips him tighter, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, his fingers flexing on romance's shoulders, the press of painted nails a silent plea.
they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
He tips his head a fraction, gives Mystery room to do as he pleases. His arm around Mystery's waist stays where it is, his other hand reaching, sliding a hand up Mystery's back to rest between his shoulder blades, thumb rubbing over his shirt. ]
It's alright, Mystery. Really. [ A light kiss to his temple. ] Next time.
[he breathes another sigh, this one a little softer, slower. he doesn't want to pull away, but it feels like he's being too much again, and he isn't sure how to deal with that, particularly when romance is comforting him. ultimately, his head does lift and he pulls back just enough so he can look at him, one hand lifting to drift along his cheek.]
[ He's not the one who just ate someone who wrote bad poetry, so...perspective.
He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]
[yeah, he's still kind of thinking about that, too. not as much as he was but.
mystery blinks lightly following the kiss to his palm, the tips of his ears pinkening at such a sweet gesture, but he lets his hand linger near romance's cheek, fingertips brushing every now and then. if he's allowed to have it, romance is as well. as for if it will sour, well... mystery has no reason to let it.]
Okay. [then he pulls back, just so he can see where he's going, one arm staying wrapped around romance's waist as he guides them along to his room.]
[ It should probably alarm him, but also...they're demons, soooo. meh. Romance doesn't feel bad. He'll only feel bad if it genuinely freaked Mystery out.
He stays pressed close, arm also slipped around him, letting his head rest on Mystery's shoulder as they move. Once in and that door shut, he'll wrap him up again, pull him into a devastating kiss. ]
[maybe a little, but mystery isn't nearly freaked out enough for it to matter, just a little regretful; the person didn't seem like he was being rude, after all, even though romance insists he was being disrespectful. he will simply force himself to understand that to the best of his ability.
it feels nice, having romance's head on his shoulder, though it feels even better to be kissing him. he lets one hand drift into romance's hair, fingers sliding easily through the strands, his lips parting without hesitation so he can coax him into a deeper kiss.]
Romance's kiss is deep and hungry, and he's backing Mystery up towards the bed, a hand on his back and one gripping his ass. He didn't necessarily expect to get frisky, but he can't help what he is and Mystery is so utterly kissable. ]
[perhaps not, but he's sticking to it, regardless.
his hand in romance's hair lowers, resting against his shoulder while the opposite arm hooks around him, holding them together despite the fact he's being backed up toward the bed. once he reaches it, he lets himself sit, his hand curling in romance's shirt and pulling him down as well. it's fine, he didn't expect it either, but he's certainly not complaining.]
[once romance is resting in his lap, mystery moves both arms to settle around his waist, a soft little hum passing his lips at the nip. something sweet? hmmm.]
Ah... Baby did share some jelly candies with me earlier.
[definitely better than where he was earlier, surrounded by people that didn't matter. here, with romance in his lap, he feels something, something indescribable and warm and reassuring. he chuckles softly, leaning to rest their foreheads together.]
[well, whatever he's doing that makes him taste sweet, he'll keep doing it, even though it amuses him to no end that romance thinks he's sweet of all things.
and if he can make romance at least try, that's something, isn't it?]
[ It's...something, sure. He can make an effort, anyway. Not that he'll be successful, but it's the thought that counts. ]
More than like it. [ He's leaning in again, licking at Mystery's lips, dropping a hand to slide it around his waist and slip up the back of his shirt. ]
[yeah, it definitely is, and mystery will appreciate it either way, even though he thinks romance can do no wrong.
he hums a delighted little sound, tilting to meet romance with ease, his mouth opening as soon as they're together so he can let romance delve in as he likes, the sensation of his hand moving up his shirt causing him to shiver faintly.]
[ He traces over Mystery's skin and leans in, teeth dragging over his lower lip. Skin is warm under his fingertips and he smiles, sucking on his lower lip before easing away just enough to murmur against his mouth. ]
[sometimes, mystery isn't quite sure what to do when things like this happen. his heartbeat skips, but instead of letting it distract him, he surges forward, catches romance's mouth in another kiss after those teeth find his lower lip, then he draws back with a huff, both of his hands sliding up romance's back to grip his shirt.]
[ Romance thinks its fairly obvious what should be done, but in case Mystery is wondering, he stays pressed close, a little rock of his hips as he drapes himself all over Mystery. ]
I'll take good care of it, then. [ He reaches up, traces a fingertip down Mystery's cheek, over the line of his jaw. He's going to keep you. ]
[his hands immediately drop to romance's hips, fingers gripping tight as he rolls up to meet the motion, another breath catching in his throat when he does. he knows he probably looks like a gaping fish out of water, but he doesn't careβ he's just too enthralled with romance to be bothered by it.]
Do you promise? [mystery leans into the touch with a soft, breathy little noise, his eyes sinking shut. clearly, he wants to be kept, if his attempt at pressing impossibly closer is any indication.]
[ He looks beautiful, in Romance's very professional opinion. Lovely as sin. ]
I promise. [ He brushes his thumb over Mystery's lips, slow and sweeping, tipping his head to study him before leaning in to murmur in Mystery's ear (wherever it is). ] For as long as you let me.
[ or, you know. longer. because he's crazy and won't let go easy. ]
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[ Mystery crowds in closer, gets a hold of him to the point that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Romance is lifting a brow; maybe he isn't the only needy one of the group. ]
I'd like that. [ He pauses, takes another deep breath of Mystery's hair. ] Are...you alright?
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he nods slightly, trying to keep his breathing steady.] Just. Don't let me go.
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I won't, Mystery. [ He rests his cheek against his head, eyes closing, rocking them ever so slightly. ]
Is something wrong...?
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they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
I should have asked you to come.
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He tips his head a fraction, gives Mystery room to do as he pleases. His arm around Mystery's waist stays where it is, his other hand reaching, sliding a hand up Mystery's back to rest between his shoulder blades, thumb rubbing over his shirt. ]
It's alright, Mystery. Really. [ A light kiss to his temple. ] Next time.
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Next time, [he assures.] I promise.
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He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]
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mystery blinks lightly following the kiss to his palm, the tips of his ears pinkening at such a sweet gesture, but he lets his hand linger near romance's cheek, fingertips brushing every now and then. if he's allowed to have it, romance is as well. as for if it will sour, well... mystery has no reason to let it.]
Okay. [then he pulls back, just so he can see where he's going, one arm staying wrapped around romance's waist as he guides them along to his room.]
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He stays pressed close, arm also slipped around him, letting his head rest on Mystery's shoulder as they move. Once in and that door shut, he'll wrap him up again, pull him into a devastating kiss. ]
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it feels nice, having romance's head on his shoulder, though it feels even better to be kissing him. he lets one hand drift into romance's hair, fingers sliding easily through the strands, his lips parting without hesitation so he can coax him into a deeper kiss.]
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Romance's kiss is deep and hungry, and he's backing Mystery up towards the bed, a hand on his back and one gripping his ass. He didn't necessarily expect to get frisky, but he can't help what he is and Mystery is so utterly kissable. ]
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his hand in romance's hair lowers, resting against his shoulder while the opposite arm hooks around him, holding them together despite the fact he's being backed up toward the bed. once he reaches it, he lets himself sit, his hand curling in romance's shirt and pulling him down as well. it's fine, he didn't expect it either, but he's certainly not complaining.]
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You taste good. Did you eat something sweet?
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Ah... Baby did share some jelly candies with me earlier.
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Maybe it's just how you taste.
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You think I taste sweet?
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[ Romance is vain, manipulative, and needy - but sitting here with Mystery, he feels like maybe he could be better.
Maybe. ]
It's nice.
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and if he can make romance at least try, that's something, isn't it?]
I'm glad you like it.
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More than like it. [ He's leaning in again, licking at Mystery's lips, dropping a hand to slide it around his waist and slip up the back of his shirt. ]
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he hums a delighted little sound, tilting to meet romance with ease, his mouth opening as soon as they're together so he can let romance delve in as he likes, the sensation of his hand moving up his shirt causing him to shiver faintly.]
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You are a delight.
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And you take my breath away.
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I'll take good care of it, then. [ He reaches up, traces a fingertip down Mystery's cheek, over the line of his jaw. He's going to keep you. ]
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Do you promise? [mystery leans into the touch with a soft, breathy little noise, his eyes sinking shut. clearly, he wants to be kept, if his attempt at pressing impossibly closer is any indication.]
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I promise. [ He brushes his thumb over Mystery's lips, slow and sweeping, tipping his head to study him before leaning in to murmur in Mystery's ear (wherever it is). ] For as long as you let me.
[ or, you know. longer. because he's crazy and won't let go easy. ]
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