in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta, who has been rather busy watching the young woman's progress himself, has threaded his fingers though her dark mane of hair, only just as she descends towards his belly and hips, a voice appears. Hazed with probably the equivalent of Tal's double double, not to mention that most of the blood in his body is not circulating around his thinking head, it takes the Maverick a couple of seconds to realise he's being addressed, let alone what is being said.
"...Do you want to join in, or...?" As segues go, Danta has heard a lot smoother ones, because obviously the courier has sidled up with a hope of getting in on the action. That's the only reason to interrupt someone clearly about to get, at minimum, a blowjob, right? Right?
For her part, the woman has at least halted in her travels, so to speak, gazing up at Tal with doe eyes that, for all their sweetness, still manage to seem impatient.
"...Do you want to join in, or...?" As segues go, Danta has heard a lot smoother ones, because obviously the courier has sidled up with a hope of getting in on the action. That's the only reason to interrupt someone clearly about to get, at minimum, a blowjob, right? Right?
For her part, the woman has at least halted in her travels, so to speak, gazing up at Tal with doe eyes that, for all their sweetness, still manage to seem impatient.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
