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
A breathy laugh leaves him as Danta’s tight voice reaches him and a smirk remains curled at the corners of his lips. “Well, if that’s on the table…” He drawls, blanketing Danta, slipping into him with surprising ease and relief, it’s with a growl that reaches the Maverick’s ear as his lips press against his throat. A low hum that breaks into a moan leaves him as he picks exactly the pace that suggests precisely that he means it.
He noses his way in against Danta’s neck, teeth biting in little marks against his skin, not hard like the last time (like he’s only intending to mark and not devour), but his hands continue to move, one snaking down between them to match the stroking pace on the Maverick’s length that matches the thrusts Astaroth provides, growling a breathy sound against his skin.
He noses his way in against Danta’s neck, teeth biting in little marks against his skin, not hard like the last time (like he’s only intending to mark and not devour), but his hands continue to move, one snaking down between them to match the stroking pace on the Maverick’s length that matches the thrusts Astaroth provides, growling a breathy sound against his skin.
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
