// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Oh the second the blood wells, the butcher is more like a shark. He would chase, if it weren’t for the pressure preventing him to, looking up at him with a flushed and heavy smirk, tongue wetting his lips as if to chase after any lingering tinge of iron or the sweet taste of the other man’s kiss.
Without any answer of whether or not Danta intends to hand over the reins, Astaroth remains in this position, watching with heavy lids and anticipation, hands smoothing out from the other man’s back to trail down his sides, dragging blunt and carefully kept nails down the other man’s sides to his hips, not pushing or pressing any kind of thoughts behind what Danta’s intending to do.
Relief swells through him, as does the tension when the blonde Ancient sinks down onto his cock, a groan breaking from his throat as those fingertips dig bruising marks in against Danta’s hips. The hand at his chest prevents him from sitting up further, but he’s content to watch the show, knowing Danta puts on the best.
The butcher growls a throaty sound, approval from where he lays, tail winding around Danta’s leg as if to keep him precisely where he is, and a challenging look glimmering in his gaze.
Without any answer of whether or not Danta intends to hand over the reins, Astaroth remains in this position, watching with heavy lids and anticipation, hands smoothing out from the other man’s back to trail down his sides, dragging blunt and carefully kept nails down the other man’s sides to his hips, not pushing or pressing any kind of thoughts behind what Danta’s intending to do.
Relief swells through him, as does the tension when the blonde Ancient sinks down onto his cock, a groan breaking from his throat as those fingertips dig bruising marks in against Danta’s hips. The hand at his chest prevents him from sitting up further, but he’s content to watch the show, knowing Danta puts on the best.
The butcher growls a throaty sound, approval from where he lays, tail winding around Danta’s leg as if to keep him precisely where he is, and a challenging look glimmering in his gaze.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
