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
There’s something that’s almost more satisfying in reducing Dantalion to this as opposed to his previous endeavors. Cowering fear, while fun for him, wasn’t the same as being able to drag this kind of response out of him, and with the fingers that thread through his dark hair, undoing it from its carefully slicked back state. Fingers snag on pronged horns and it only spurs Astaroth on, eyes opening the second he hears the curse leave the Maverick.
The pace slows and he rises to the very tip of Danta’s cock, hot tongue dragging along it as he removes himself completely, hands dragging nails along his thighs, slipping back down to his backside to keep loosening him up. He peers at him in that very Astaroth Arrogance despite his panting and the redness to his lips. “Careful, I might be thinking you’re enjoying this too much.” He drawls in a slightly hoarser tone, moving to blanket Danta again, hands possessive as they maneuver the Maverick’s legs up and over his own hips, giving him little time before he growls out a groan, slipping into him with a shudder of relief.
The pace slows and he rises to the very tip of Danta’s cock, hot tongue dragging along it as he removes himself completely, hands dragging nails along his thighs, slipping back down to his backside to keep loosening him up. He peers at him in that very Astaroth Arrogance despite his panting and the redness to his lips. “Careful, I might be thinking you’re enjoying this too much.” He drawls in a slightly hoarser tone, moving to blanket Danta again, hands possessive as they maneuver the Maverick’s legs up and over his own hips, giving him little time before he growls out a groan, slipping into him with a shudder of relief.
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
