Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
His legs tremble the second that he starts to come back into himself again, lips still pressing soft apologetic kisses to the teeth punctures left behind as Astaroth catches his breath, tilting his head ever so slightly into the hand that rakes through the long and dark, now loose, hair. Eyes shutter as the kiss is pressed to his temple and a low rumble of a laugh leaves him breathlessly in response to the compliment, nosing his way up to plant a kiss to his jaw.
It's about now that he untangles from the Maverick, tail unwinding and twisting them so that he can sit on the bed and give his legs a bit of a break, iron tainting the corner of his lips as he adjusts himself and Danta to face him and let his fingertips trail around the reddened bite marks left behind. “You as well, darling.” He responds instead, voice hoarse and his accent even thicker, even as his dark eyes don’t slip away from the pools of blue that Danta has to offer, lips quirking into a smirk that’s still tinted red.
It's about now that he untangles from the Maverick, tail unwinding and twisting them so that he can sit on the bed and give his legs a bit of a break, iron tainting the corner of his lips as he adjusts himself and Danta to face him and let his fingertips trail around the reddened bite marks left behind. “You as well, darling.” He responds instead, voice hoarse and his accent even thicker, even as his dark eyes don’t slip away from the pools of blue that Danta has to offer, lips quirking into a smirk that’s still tinted red.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
