// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He’ll gladly indulge Danta in the shadow of the firelight, letting the ripple of the flames flicker against those jeweled pronged horns, the gold glinting against the oil slick of his horns, hair still slicked back aside from one piece in the front nearer to his widows peak that falls forward into his face.
And so he hovers over, bracing himself and lets his hands start to roam, before Danta tugs him down fully and a huff of a laugh leaves him, wiggling his hand out from the tight press of both of their bodies, and instead using his hand to drag Danta’s leg up against his hip, while the other focuses on running his fingers along the diamond curve of his sharp horns.
He noses his way back in, leaving a sharp red mark of a nip against Danta’s collarbone, lifting his dark head to seek out another kiss. “Are you warm enough?” He asks in a quiet tone, waiting briefly for an answer before he dives in to claim another kiss.
And so he hovers over, bracing himself and lets his hands start to roam, before Danta tugs him down fully and a huff of a laugh leaves him, wiggling his hand out from the tight press of both of their bodies, and instead using his hand to drag Danta’s leg up against his hip, while the other focuses on running his fingers along the diamond curve of his sharp horns.
He noses his way back in, leaving a sharp red mark of a nip against Danta’s collarbone, lifting his dark head to seek out another kiss. “Are you warm enough?” He asks in a quiet tone, waiting briefly for an answer before he dives in to claim another kiss.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
