// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Apologies, darling.” Astaroth drawls with a deeper, hoarser sound. He cares little for the feathers that crown him, white and fluffy in contrast to the dark oil slick hues of the gore crows, despite his gaze having no reason to leave the Maverick’s form as he’s shifted and adjusted.
His lips quirk back into that sharp grin as Danta’s voice purrs out, adjusting to let the other man have his way, arms falling back above his head, pressing in against the prongs of his horns. He blinks like a lazy cat as Danta starts to press his cock into him, Astaroth shivers, chin tilting up and breath hitching, his chest rising a little as he holds his breath. It’s a new sensation for the butcher, but not an unpleasant one he finds.
Not at all, in fact, because with the slow pace of the theocrat pressing in deeper, Asta lets out that breath in a quiet and bitten back sound. His arms adjust, one pressing against his mouth while the other remains at his horns, giving him something to bite should he feel the desire to. “How— How long, dear?” He stutters, warmed up enough to shift his hips a little to grind down against Danta as another small bratty attempt to get him to bottom out, paired with the incessant press of his hips.
His lips quirk back into that sharp grin as Danta’s voice purrs out, adjusting to let the other man have his way, arms falling back above his head, pressing in against the prongs of his horns. He blinks like a lazy cat as Danta starts to press his cock into him, Astaroth shivers, chin tilting up and breath hitching, his chest rising a little as he holds his breath. It’s a new sensation for the butcher, but not an unpleasant one he finds.
Not at all, in fact, because with the slow pace of the theocrat pressing in deeper, Asta lets out that breath in a quiet and bitten back sound. His arms adjust, one pressing against his mouth while the other remains at his horns, giving him something to bite should he feel the desire to. “How— How long, dear?” He stutters, warmed up enough to shift his hips a little to grind down against Danta as another small bratty attempt to get him to bottom out, paired with the incessant press of his hips.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
