@memoriialis asked: a kiss to gain control. / because we both know he would u_u -> A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME
it was in romance's nature to want control of everything ; the term perfectionist didn't dare begin to cover even part of who he was. absolute perfection required absolute control - and he wouldn't dare accept anything less. and yet, with every time he finds himself here, every moment that he spends in il-seong's company, he feels that control slip. it's a gradual thing, slow enough that if he hadn't been paying attention, he might not have noticed at all.
but he does.
and yet, for the first time since romance could remember, he's powerless to stop it. il-seong doesn't just command respect, he commands control ; and that isn't something that romance is so willing to give. he fights every step of the way, pushes back and threatens to bite the hand that feeds him only to be taught a lesson, a reminder of sorts that when it came to who held the power in this arrangement - it most certainly wasn't him.
teeth bared like an animal backed into a corner, claws that do not shy away from tearing into flesh as he fights for the upper hand - and there's a deep satisfaction in watching blood seep through a once beautifully white shirt, short-lived as it may be, before he realizes that he truly was cornered, back against the wall with il-seong closing in.
" --do you think this scares me? you're pathetic, pitiful, far more stupid than you look if you think-- " his sentence remains unfinished, hand that takes him roughly by the chin, cheeks squished together and pain of all things as sharp claws piece the skin, as romance is forced to look up - frazzled, on edge - at the other who seems just as composed as ever.
did i give you the illusion that you were in charge here?
his jaw clenches, anger that bubbles just beneath the surface - venom laced words that threaten to will themselves into existence, but before he can say anything, lips press against his own ; more teeth and tongue than anything else without so much of an ounce of care but oh, is that not just how he likes it? is that not exactly what he craves?
the mood shifts far too quickly, breathless as romance throws himself into the kiss, moans as he's pulled closer still. he does not submit easily, he does not pass control over to others willingly - and even as he retaliates, sinks his teeth into the other’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood, there is an understanding that he has no control here.
perhaps he never had.