burn down rome

          a tiny whimper escapes from the back of xaphan’s throat against their wishes whenever his lips moved down their neck, head tilting to the side as the other nipped and tugged at sensitive flesh. xaphan normally hated whenever people touched their neck, but—…you see, xaphan trusted nero not to tear out there pretty little throat. a huffed breath will leave a gapping mouth as they let their eyes flutter shut, hips barely moving against the other’s. the demon will let out a growl whenever their flipped onto their back. instinct tells them to cover themselves, but xaphan knows that wont be necessary. they’ll just give a toothy grin, hand moving to caress the other’s cheek. “what?”

       Nero stares, teeth tug at his lower lip slightly and he moves into their touch, he simply relaxes.  ❝ I have never loved anyone as much as I do you, ❞ his voice shakes, barely more than a whisper, it’s all he can manage. He hopes Xaphan knows how much he means it, he smiles and leans to press a kiss to their nose, their lips, and he begins a slow trail of kisses peppering down their skin. Gently, his hips roll, his breath quickens slightly and he moves down, kisses between their breasts and down, slowly moving himself lower. A hand runs delicately down Xaphan’s side, fingers hook around the top of their pants and tug gently, a wanton whimper somewhere in his throat, as he kisses at their lower stomach softly.

          well, that was probably the corniest thing xaphan has ever heard in there long life. though, that’s nero for you and that’s one of the things they love the most. gives them a feeling of normalcy. a purr will leave the back of their throat as the other removes their shirt, leaving them bare chested. whenever nero reaches for their hands, xaphan will grasp them as they trip forward and fall onto nero’s lap like the natural grace they are. hands will find the side of nero’s face, bringing their faces closer as hips rock against him slightly.

         A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, and somewhere from his throat there is a growl. Nero likes to think he’s incredibly smooth, if anyone were to ask. But he acts as far from a gentleman as possible as his lips move from Xaphan’s and down their neck, leaving small love bites as he goes -- marking his territory. Hips rock against his own, and he’s weak, trembles as he pulls Xaphan closer, hands roaming and tugging at any bare skin he can reach. He’s so grossly in love, and he knows it. Tongue holds back his usual dirty talk, and he grabs their hips, flips them both to lay Xaphan down; he wants this to be perfect. Grin faded, replaced now with a look filled with nothing but adoration, as if Xaphan were the only person left in the world.

           “You’re far too young to be a grandfather. You look like. Fifteen.”    A tease, before the smile fades.      “…He doesn’t want kids. So. I don’t know either.”

              Concern flashes on his face almost immediately, and he reaches for her hand.   ❝   But you want kids, no? And I want you to be happy.   ❞  

       —   if we act like prey, they’ll act like predators.