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
He was cut off before he could say anything else, likely ready to drop a charming more than you know, but to be cut off where he had and with Danta offering him everything he wants in this very second? Well, he isn’t upset by the interruption. Especially as he starts to head further south, claiming and marking and being all in all too much and too possessive, something that will only last tonight as their deal continues and Asta and Danta run that mixture of pretending to be good at playing human, with their indifferent unattachments.
Either way.
Dark eyes focus on Danta’s face, lips quirking in a toothy smirk that he knows likely isn’t all that relaxing to see when he hovers right above the Maverick’s cock, but Asta knows well enough to hide the sharp teeth and fangs to drag pleasure for the blonde from it. It might be his first time in this position, but he harbors all the cocky arrogance that suggests otherwise (it’s how he’d gotten so far in life, after all). “As am I.” He drawls, finally breaking that last barrier, a piece of his dark hair falling forward to inevitably brush against the exposed skin of the Maverick’s groin as Astaroth’s tongue swipes up along his length, giving just enough time for Danta to take a deep breath or use that beautiful mouth to curse something, before his teeth vanish and he takes the Maverick’s cock in one swoop, vibrating a hum of satisfaction as he does so, eyes slipping shut.
It takes him a moment of adjustment, his tail moving to wrap around one of Danta's ankles to steady himself in a way, before he picks a pace he's sure that the blonde won't complain about.
Either way.
Dark eyes focus on Danta’s face, lips quirking in a toothy smirk that he knows likely isn’t all that relaxing to see when he hovers right above the Maverick’s cock, but Asta knows well enough to hide the sharp teeth and fangs to drag pleasure for the blonde from it. It might be his first time in this position, but he harbors all the cocky arrogance that suggests otherwise (it’s how he’d gotten so far in life, after all). “As am I.” He drawls, finally breaking that last barrier, a piece of his dark hair falling forward to inevitably brush against the exposed skin of the Maverick’s groin as Astaroth’s tongue swipes up along his length, giving just enough time for Danta to take a deep breath or use that beautiful mouth to curse something, before his teeth vanish and he takes the Maverick’s cock in one swoop, vibrating a hum of satisfaction as he does so, eyes slipping shut.
It takes him a moment of adjustment, his tail moving to wrap around one of Danta's ankles to steady himself in a way, before he picks a pace he's sure that the blonde won't complain about.
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
