// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
With how infrequently the butcher partakes, (more frequently now that he’s realized the ticks and tells and having a way to actually succeed in releasing the tension), it’s always a bit of a surprise for him to be as demanding as he is, to know exactly what it is he wants. With Danta it’s by far the easiest, no secrets, no hidden agendas, no nothing. Simply just release (and possessiveness, but we won’t delve into that entirely).
Lips smirk against the Theocrat’s neck, nosing his way rather forcefully to the side of the other man’s throat, placing another dark bruise there that will certainly be on display in the coming days. Hot breath and groans escape him, raking across the other man’s neck as his pace grows a touch more erratic, one that mostly matches the rhythm Danta provides to his own cock. Hands squeeze at his hips, growling his approval with a breathy and sultry “make a mess, darling.” because he’s most certainly not lasting long himself either. And remembering the prior comment, he does withdraw enough to give the Maverick a perfect view.
It's evident in how he doesn’t quite outpace the Maverick (unsurprisingly), not as he gasps out a sound of Danta’s name amongst a colorful variety of curses, head tilting back, burying himself as deep as he can as the tether snaps within him and he cums hard, hand snaking and trembling up the other man’s spine to his blonde hair, twisting his fingers in the golden strands.
Lips smirk against the Theocrat’s neck, nosing his way rather forcefully to the side of the other man’s throat, placing another dark bruise there that will certainly be on display in the coming days. Hot breath and groans escape him, raking across the other man’s neck as his pace grows a touch more erratic, one that mostly matches the rhythm Danta provides to his own cock. Hands squeeze at his hips, growling his approval with a breathy and sultry “make a mess, darling.” because he’s most certainly not lasting long himself either. And remembering the prior comment, he does withdraw enough to give the Maverick a perfect view.
It's evident in how he doesn’t quite outpace the Maverick (unsurprisingly), not as he gasps out a sound of Danta’s name amongst a colorful variety of curses, head tilting back, burying himself as deep as he can as the tether snaps within him and he cums hard, hand snaking and trembling up the other man’s spine to his blonde hair, twisting his fingers in the golden strands.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
