Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Despite it having been said, it’s different to witness than it is to hear about. Either way, it works to spur him on, Asta’s scarred warmth and tail lashing and tightening around one of the Maverick’s legs when they get back into the swing has him shivering lightly. He’s pretty sure that Danta is the first and only Ancient he’s ever slept with, and their minds are aligned in that the warmth and carnal chaos they’re privy to only add to the ambiance.
The heat, the raging fire, the tang of iron and blood, if he closes his eyes he might think he’s back at the Climb. But alas, this is far more preferable, especially as his teeth ghost along Danta’s neck and his hand starts that rhythm again on his cock and he sinks into the other man with a groan, especially as Danta encourages him more. “Good. Don't try to last too long.” Asta purrs breathily, because honestly? Same. It’s been centuries, after all. He wouldn't want to be too embarrassed about how quickly he'll cum.
Either way, Asta starts to move, hips thrusting into Danta’s while his hand pairs with the movement all the same, lips and teeth leaving far more superficial marks against the column of Danta’s throat. In all fairness, he’s thoroughly distracted by the pleasant sensation of burying himself into the other Ancient, evident by the panting moans and growls that slip from his lips, vibrating into the Maverick’s throat.
The heat, the raging fire, the tang of iron and blood, if he closes his eyes he might think he’s back at the Climb. But alas, this is far more preferable, especially as his teeth ghost along Danta’s neck and his hand starts that rhythm again on his cock and he sinks into the other man with a groan, especially as Danta encourages him more. “Good. Don't try to last too long.” Asta purrs breathily, because honestly? Same. It’s been centuries, after all. He wouldn't want to be too embarrassed about how quickly he'll cum.
Either way, Asta starts to move, hips thrusting into Danta’s while his hand pairs with the movement all the same, lips and teeth leaving far more superficial marks against the column of Danta’s throat. In all fairness, he’s thoroughly distracted by the pleasant sensation of burying himself into the other Ancient, evident by the panting moans and growls that slip from his lips, vibrating into the Maverick’s throat.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
