Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
If he knew what kind of feat it was, he would absolutely be proud of it. He’d wear it like a badge of honor. But alas, he doesn’t, and instead is a bit more surprised at the way Danta is so malleable in his hands, allowing him the trust of diving in with his sharp teeth and cravings against his neck. The hand in his hair and around his horns are a welcome sensation, but none so much as the way the blonde’s hand trails down his back toward his hips and tail, and he growls a little groan against the current mark he leaves before he withdraws slightly. "Then I suppose we have to make sure, hm, darling?"
His hand slows teasingly, and he notices the way he exposes his neck all that much more fully, and there’s restraint there when he doesn’t immediately dive for it. No, Asta takes a little bit of time, straightening up a little higher in order to remove his pants, hissing a little sound of relief as the constricting fabric falls away. More scars can be slightly seen and felt on his thighs, but the Ancient pays them little mind, especially as he abandons the Maverick’s cock momentarily to focus on loosening him up, leaning back over the other Ancient to press his lips and ghosting of sharp teeth against the exposed column of his neck. And the second he thinks that Danta’s ready, he lines them up and rolls his hips in against the other man, one hand finding Danta’s thigh to pull him close as well while the other returns to his cock, stroking with surprisingly dexterous movements.
His hand slows teasingly, and he notices the way he exposes his neck all that much more fully, and there’s restraint there when he doesn’t immediately dive for it. No, Asta takes a little bit of time, straightening up a little higher in order to remove his pants, hissing a little sound of relief as the constricting fabric falls away. More scars can be slightly seen and felt on his thighs, but the Ancient pays them little mind, especially as he abandons the Maverick’s cock momentarily to focus on loosening him up, leaning back over the other Ancient to press his lips and ghosting of sharp teeth against the exposed column of his neck. And the second he thinks that Danta’s ready, he lines them up and rolls his hips in against the other man, one hand finding Danta’s thigh to pull him close as well while the other returns to his cock, stroking with surprisingly dexterous movements.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
