// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Cherish the moment, Dantalion, darling.” Astaroth smirks on an accented sigh, shivering a bit again when the hands continue to run along the sensitive part of his chest, with the way Danta cuts off the sentence where the butcher rolls his hips. His grin sharpens even as he indulges in the sensation a bit longer, trailing his hand along the blonde’s lip.
He pauses as his grin curves brighter, his hand covered by the other man’s and he watches as the sleeve falls down his arm a fraction. But his distraction is changed the second that Danta’s tongue wraps around his thumb and he takes it in and Asta’s breath hitches, a gasp escaping him as he shivers beneath the Maverick in a turn of events. It’s chaste, though, because Danta is leaning forward and stealing a kiss, one he happily gives with the sharp nip against Danta’s full lower lip as he withdraws.
Astaroth’s hands move to run along the other Ancient’s back and his blonde hair, running along his diamond horns, sinking back into the bed comfortably, rolling his hips a bit impatiently despite enjoying the show, watching with hooded dark eyes.
He pauses as his grin curves brighter, his hand covered by the other man’s and he watches as the sleeve falls down his arm a fraction. But his distraction is changed the second that Danta’s tongue wraps around his thumb and he takes it in and Asta’s breath hitches, a gasp escaping him as he shivers beneath the Maverick in a turn of events. It’s chaste, though, because Danta is leaning forward and stealing a kiss, one he happily gives with the sharp nip against Danta’s full lower lip as he withdraws.
Astaroth’s hands move to run along the other Ancient’s back and his blonde hair, running along his diamond horns, sinking back into the bed comfortably, rolling his hips a bit impatiently despite enjoying the show, watching with hooded dark eyes.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
