Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
A low, throaty chuckle leaves him – because it wasn’t really a thought for him. He just assumed that would be the obvious choice, though he should have guessed that there might be some questioning of it. Danta has come across to him as flexible, and given the careful dance they’ve played, Asta had always come out the more dominant type. “Ah.” He says, loosing that air of offensiveness in favor for seeing just how Danta molds to his touch, as he sees the visible reaction caused by his hand as it slips into the other Ancient’s pants.
Asta obliges the kiss, though, a soft and gentle one as his hand starts to stroke along Danta’s hardened length, realizing that it’s been quite some time since he’d done anything like this and that as much as he hates to admit it, he’s certainly not going to last very long. So his focus is getting Danta there first, even if his own length can be felt pressed against Danta’s hips, still trapped beneath his own pants.
He tilts into the hand in his hair, brushing back a few stray locks, his heavy lidded gaze almost sultry and he leans in to steal another soft and gentle kiss, before he trails it up toward his ear. “I would like to get you a bit more warmed up first.” It’s a sultry whisper, evident by the grip and movement of Asta’s hand on Danta’s cock, and punctuated when his head lowers from the blonde’s jewelry decorated ear back to his neck, finding a space closer to the center that is unmarked that he sucks another mark into, pairing the movement of his lips and teeth and tongue to the movement of his hand.
Asta obliges the kiss, though, a soft and gentle one as his hand starts to stroke along Danta’s hardened length, realizing that it’s been quite some time since he’d done anything like this and that as much as he hates to admit it, he’s certainly not going to last very long. So his focus is getting Danta there first, even if his own length can be felt pressed against Danta’s hips, still trapped beneath his own pants.
He tilts into the hand in his hair, brushing back a few stray locks, his heavy lidded gaze almost sultry and he leans in to steal another soft and gentle kiss, before he trails it up toward his ear. “I would like to get you a bit more warmed up first.” It’s a sultry whisper, evident by the grip and movement of Asta’s hand on Danta’s cock, and punctuated when his head lowers from the blonde’s jewelry decorated ear back to his neck, finding a space closer to the center that is unmarked that he sucks another mark into, pairing the movement of his lips and teeth and tongue to the movement of his hand.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
