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
Nope and marks added to his skin are simply just badges of pride for the butcher in this moment, adding to the tension in his own pants. It doesn’t keep him from being quiet, though, not with the little hums and sounds of approval that escape him while he easily distracts the Maverick from what it is he’s doing. Success is a brilliant thing as Danta’s question is roughly spoken, and that too sharp grin is all but aimed directly at the blonde in his wicked delight.
As the rest of the Maverick’s clothes are removed, Astaroth coaxes a flame from the fire, letting the ball of it press against the hollow of the blonde’s throat before it lifts up in that kiss of flame, licking against the Maverick’s lips, aiming to distract that much more while his other hand drags blunt nails into the V that makes up the bottom of the Theocrat’s torso. He can see the pleading gleam in those lusty blues, but it doesn’t make him give in just yet, not as he presses in again and hovers his tilted head in the blonde’s face, the lock of black hair brushing lightly against Danta’s nose.
“Will you be good for me?” He asks in a breathless whisper, all of his cockiness and arrogance on display once more as one of his hands drops to drag his fingers along the length of the Maverick’s cock, wanting that inflated ego of having Danta beg despite knowing that the shorter Ancient isn’t above it to get what he wants. Regardless, it is nice to hear.
As the rest of the Maverick’s clothes are removed, Astaroth coaxes a flame from the fire, letting the ball of it press against the hollow of the blonde’s throat before it lifts up in that kiss of flame, licking against the Maverick’s lips, aiming to distract that much more while his other hand drags blunt nails into the V that makes up the bottom of the Theocrat’s torso. He can see the pleading gleam in those lusty blues, but it doesn’t make him give in just yet, not as he presses in again and hovers his tilted head in the blonde’s face, the lock of black hair brushing lightly against Danta’s nose.
“Will you be good for me?” He asks in a breathless whisper, all of his cockiness and arrogance on display once more as one of his hands drops to drag his fingers along the length of the Maverick’s cock, wanting that inflated ego of having Danta beg despite knowing that the shorter Ancient isn’t above it to get what he wants. Regardless, it is nice to hear.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
