reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Oh, he has a plan, a tiny bit different from the one that the Theocrat had when it came to pulling him in by his neck and shoulders, and when they part it’s with a playful gleam in his hazy gaze, breath panting against the other man’s ear as Danta trails kisses up his bearded jaw. “Now, now. There’s no need to rush. You will see.” Comes the breathless purr, a seductive and wicked whisper in the Maverick’s ear as he winds up the belt in one hand and then proceeds to slip off Danta's shirt and drag his arms up above his head, offering the expanse of his neck in the process for a reward of the blonde’s arms being malleable enough to move.
Crafting a little loop with the belt around the bedpost, Astaroth slips Danta’s wrists into it, tightening it and cementing the other man’s hands from touching him despite remaining close for the moment to allow the blanketing of his body despite how they remain upright. Hands drag slowly down his arms and shoulders, along his sides that he knows intimately (both because of these recent occurrences and from before where he’d made it a goal to figure out just how Danta’s body worked in order to enact the most punishment), down further to possessively spread against his hips. Now, the butcher withdraws, chest heaving from still trying to catch his breath, unbuttoning the other Ancient’s pants to slide them off all while clearly and indulgently appreciating each and every portion of bare skin available to his dark gaze.
Crafting a little loop with the belt around the bedpost, Astaroth slips Danta’s wrists into it, tightening it and cementing the other man’s hands from touching him despite remaining close for the moment to allow the blanketing of his body despite how they remain upright. Hands drag slowly down his arms and shoulders, along his sides that he knows intimately (both because of these recent occurrences and from before where he’d made it a goal to figure out just how Danta’s body worked in order to enact the most punishment), down further to possessively spread against his hips. Now, the butcher withdraws, chest heaving from still trying to catch his breath, unbuttoning the other Ancient’s pants to slide them off all while clearly and indulgently appreciating each and every portion of bare skin available to his dark gaze.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
