Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
Gods, if things don’t feel absolutely normal right now – so much so that he feels nearly ridiculous for how the first half of the day had gone, from his lateness, to expecting to get absolutely reamed for his absence when he should have returned. And yet, all he could do was melt and press into the Maverick, a low growl of a groan escaping him as Danta adjusts their positioning just enough to spark that friction more and it sparks the twitch of his fingertips into threatening to grip the blonde’s hips hard enough to leave little fingerprint bruising.
The kiss breaks with Danta drawing back and impossibly darker eyes scan him while he regains some of his composure again, hands loosening to lift and tug at the golden threads of the sheer shirt, lips quirking into a sharp smirk. “Of course I do, darling.” He purrs, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Danta’s middle, pressing him in close as he works his way back onto the bed further, tossing ripped purple papers onto the floor as he backs them up further onto the bed.
It's with a slight twist that Astaroth adjusts them, reversing their positions so that Danta’s back presses against the furs and soft blankets, as he dives in and leaves a kiss and a mark to the soft space beneath Danta’s jeweled ear, all while withdrawing just enough to try and slip out of the rest of his clothes, maximizing his multitasking.
The kiss breaks with Danta drawing back and impossibly darker eyes scan him while he regains some of his composure again, hands loosening to lift and tug at the golden threads of the sheer shirt, lips quirking into a sharp smirk. “Of course I do, darling.” He purrs, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Danta’s middle, pressing him in close as he works his way back onto the bed further, tossing ripped purple papers onto the floor as he backs them up further onto the bed.
It's with a slight twist that Astaroth adjusts them, reversing their positions so that Danta’s back presses against the furs and soft blankets, as he dives in and leaves a kiss and a mark to the soft space beneath Danta’s jeweled ear, all while withdrawing just enough to try and slip out of the rest of his clothes, maximizing his multitasking.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
