// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Despite this not being a common occurrence for the butcher, he does know Danta and he does know just how their ideas can align. So even without speaking, the clues are there, left like breadcrumbs, in the way Danta’s head tips back, in the way he rolls his hips sensually rather than any other quick fuck. It’s enough to drive him insane, creating a vibrating tension of something else in the growls and pants that leave him, the twitch of his hips to help along the Maverick’s movements.
Like any other predator, the immediate second Danta’s hand and pressure slip away from pinning his chest, Astaroth is rising to meet him. His hand lifts, cupping Danta’s jaw and throat, fingertips tanging at the nape of his neck, palm pressed to the edge of his throat, while his thumb tilts his chin up just enough for the butcher to dive in and claim the reward. Iron paints his tongue and he moans approval into the blonde’s mouth, in a greedy and too quick kiss, his other hand smoothing out down Danta’s spine to his ass, pressing him down harder against his cock, mindful enough to lean back, keeping the hand at his neck while the other helps with the pace, Astaroth’s hips immediately snapping up into the blonde.
“Do you prefer this position?” He asks bluntly in a throaty tone, hazy and dark eyes scanning Danta’s face as the hand at his throat starts to drop, thumb pressing against the hollow there, light enough to let him speak and breathe but hard enough to feel the vibration of his voice.
Like any other predator, the immediate second Danta’s hand and pressure slip away from pinning his chest, Astaroth is rising to meet him. His hand lifts, cupping Danta’s jaw and throat, fingertips tanging at the nape of his neck, palm pressed to the edge of his throat, while his thumb tilts his chin up just enough for the butcher to dive in and claim the reward. Iron paints his tongue and he moans approval into the blonde’s mouth, in a greedy and too quick kiss, his other hand smoothing out down Danta’s spine to his ass, pressing him down harder against his cock, mindful enough to lean back, keeping the hand at his neck while the other helps with the pace, Astaroth’s hips immediately snapping up into the blonde.
“Do you prefer this position?” He asks bluntly in a throaty tone, hazy and dark eyes scanning Danta’s face as the hand at his throat starts to drop, thumb pressing against the hollow there, light enough to let him speak and breathe but hard enough to feel the vibration of his voice.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
