so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“I am always up for a challenge, darling.” He drawls, blanketing Dantalion and nosing his way in against his neck and shoulder, shivering lightly with content, tail lashing happily behind him as he nips and leaves little bruises, gladly drinking in the sounds that escape him. Shifting to straddle him, he shivers with the sensation, the hand in his raven black hair to press him in further.
It works, teeth scraping along dried blood and warm flesh, and Astaroth slips a hand between them to unbutton Danta’s own pants, working to tug them down and shed them both of the rest of their clothes. It’s quick work, surprisingly, given how distracted he is leaving love marks along the Maverick’s neck. It’s with a bit more force than Asta means when his hand hooks on the outside of Danta’s thigh, holding it up against his hip, while he noses in to catch Danta’s lips, to devour any other sounds that leave him.
It works, teeth scraping along dried blood and warm flesh, and Astaroth slips a hand between them to unbutton Danta’s own pants, working to tug them down and shed them both of the rest of their clothes. It’s quick work, surprisingly, given how distracted he is leaving love marks along the Maverick’s neck. It’s with a bit more force than Asta means when his hand hooks on the outside of Danta’s thigh, holding it up against his hip, while he noses in to catch Danta’s lips, to devour any other sounds that leave him.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
