Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Oh he feels the silent warning, but its more of a static noise as he focuses fucking hard on not giving into it. He’s being good after all, especially if he wants to keep this room. The trust is reciprocated, though, given that Asta doesn’t indulge and dive in, despite how much he feels like a shark that’s just scented blood. He restrains himself at a cost of tension and panting breaths, snorting in response to Danta’s good boy hissed into his hear.
The next has him actually breaking through that one tracked mind now that Danta’s side from his neck to his shoulder are promptly red, dragging his warm tongue along the marks as he starts to withdraw while he fumbles for the buttons, ghosting his teeth along the blonde’s jaw before he uses his other hand to prop himself up and above Danta, dark eyes even darker as he takes him in, head cocking slightly. “After all of the attempts to get me like this, darling, and you’re still deciding? Should I be the one offended, now?” Comes an even huskier, gruff purr as he scans the other Ancient’s face, his dark brow rising while his own face is framed by his long dark hair.
The separation and distraction are enough for him to actually pop open the button of Danta’s pants, though, and he starts to tug them down, focusing more on Danta now than himself as the fire’s light dances across their faces. He keeps that focus as his hand slips in, seeking out the other man’s length.
The next has him actually breaking through that one tracked mind now that Danta’s side from his neck to his shoulder are promptly red, dragging his warm tongue along the marks as he starts to withdraw while he fumbles for the buttons, ghosting his teeth along the blonde’s jaw before he uses his other hand to prop himself up and above Danta, dark eyes even darker as he takes him in, head cocking slightly. “After all of the attempts to get me like this, darling, and you’re still deciding? Should I be the one offended, now?” Comes an even huskier, gruff purr as he scans the other Ancient’s face, his dark brow rising while his own face is framed by his long dark hair.
The separation and distraction are enough for him to actually pop open the button of Danta’s pants, though, and he starts to tug them down, focusing more on Danta now than himself as the fire’s light dances across their faces. He keeps that focus as his hand slips in, seeking out the other man’s length.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
