Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
His hand smooths against Danta’s spine, wrinkling and moving the gilded fabric in the process to tug and pull on blonde strands that he finds. In the face of the smirk that blooms against Danta’s face that the butcher cannot see, he can hear and feel the way his smoother, languid thrusts allow the Maverick to claim his breath, to speak such words that have Astaroth’s cock throbbing, a low hum leaving him as he does finally see the edge of the smirk on the other man’s face. “Mm,” he pauses, breath hitching as he snaps his hips into Danta, sinking in as far as he can go and pausing to hold himself there for a few of his thundering heartbeats, curled over the other man so his voice and warm breath curves over his shoulder.
“Oh, I can, darling.” He purrs, withdrawing to stand back up fully, tail moving now to curl up and around Danta’s leg as he withdraws his cock fully, pressing the head of it against Danta’s entrance. It’s about the time he grabs a handful of the Theocrat’s hair, tugging against it with a growl of sound while his other hand wraps around Danta’s thigh, leaving more bruising finger marks as he sinks back in again, as deep as he can go, a sudden loss of composure as he gasps out a “Gods, Danta…”
“Oh, I can, darling.” He purrs, withdrawing to stand back up fully, tail moving now to curl up and around Danta’s leg as he withdraws his cock fully, pressing the head of it against Danta’s entrance. It’s about the time he grabs a handful of the Theocrat’s hair, tugging against it with a growl of sound while his other hand wraps around Danta’s thigh, leaving more bruising finger marks as he sinks back in again, as deep as he can go, a sudden loss of composure as he gasps out a “Gods, Danta…”
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
