Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
It’s pleasant and comfortable, even if he knows that the Maverick’s neck and shoulders are going to be horribly sore tomorrow. It’s a problem for later as he growls against the pale offered flesh, that one tracked mind still focusing on not drawing blood. And he almost gets away with it, sucking a mark in against the teeth marks that are already reddening beneath his lips, hot tongue pressing against the air of salt of the other man’s skin. He lifts his head slightly to press yet another, re-darkening that mark from before, already knowing it’s tender, when Danta’s pulling him closer.
He does accidently bite down hard enough to draw just a little blood, enough to taste the iron on his tongue and pull him toward that frenzy he’s avoiding. He groans against Danta’s skin, leaving one hand at Danta’s chest to twist at a nipple while the other trails down between them, pressing against the Maverick’s groin as he starts to try and fumble his way through removing the rest of the clothing that separates them, all while lapping at that small wound he’d caused until it starts to cease. He seems tense, like a spring about to unload, but he does reluctantly pull away, trailing more kisses against the Maverick’s shoulder, panting.
He does accidently bite down hard enough to draw just a little blood, enough to taste the iron on his tongue and pull him toward that frenzy he’s avoiding. He groans against Danta’s skin, leaving one hand at Danta’s chest to twist at a nipple while the other trails down between them, pressing against the Maverick’s groin as he starts to try and fumble his way through removing the rest of the clothing that separates them, all while lapping at that small wound he’d caused until it starts to cease. He seems tense, like a spring about to unload, but he does reluctantly pull away, trailing more kisses against the Maverick’s shoulder, panting.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
