// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He could lie and play the game and know that Danta is quite unfortunately right about it being over in ten minutes, but he acquiesces and huffs a soft breathy laugh, rolling his eyes with a soft and affectionate “fuck you.” The butcher remains in that quite prone position, hands clutching at the blankets as the whisper of fire caresses along his thighs, loosening and lingering chill and dread of the stress that’s bloomed within him since yesterday.
Honey eyes focus on Danta in the space he sinks down to, watching as he focuses — quite frustratingly — everywhere else but where he wants him to, but it does the job. His muscles relax, his breathing picks up a tick, tension floods from him. His head has sunk back just a fraction with the movements and ministrations, until a gratefully too hot hand and mouth finally attend to his now strained, hard cock. And the sight of the Maverick taking him in one full swoop has his stomach muscles tightening, a growled groan escaping him with a “gods, Danta” both in relief and a small amount in part of awe.
Watching with heavy lids and eyes swallowing up by his pupils at the sight, his muscles clench as he reminds himself to remain, to let Danta take the lead in this. Already, the butcher finds it very much worth his time.
Honey eyes focus on Danta in the space he sinks down to, watching as he focuses — quite frustratingly — everywhere else but where he wants him to, but it does the job. His muscles relax, his breathing picks up a tick, tension floods from him. His head has sunk back just a fraction with the movements and ministrations, until a gratefully too hot hand and mouth finally attend to his now strained, hard cock. And the sight of the Maverick taking him in one full swoop has his stomach muscles tightening, a growled groan escaping him with a “gods, Danta” both in relief and a small amount in part of awe.
Watching with heavy lids and eyes swallowing up by his pupils at the sight, his muscles clench as he reminds himself to remain, to let Danta take the lead in this. Already, the butcher finds it very much worth his time.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
