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
With where his hand is, Astaroth can feel the way Danta’s cock throbs, sparking more heat to pool in his belly. Even more when he leans forward enough and the butcher remains precisely in place, soaking in the painted promise for what it is. “You promise…” Comes the hum of dark delight, giving in to reward the answer he’s given, even as Danta isn’t done yet. His hand loosely wraps around the Theocrat’s cock, stroking a slow and languid movement as he watches a touch calculatingly.
Whether or not the promise is true, Astaroth finds he doesn’t care. The prospect is there enough to continue this game, this careful toying. “Very good, darling.” He drawls, his free hand lifting to tilt Danta’s chin up, to place a chaste and too hungry kiss to his lips, pulling away with a nip on his lower lip from his sharp teeth, which only serves to drive him forward in another, deeper kiss, aiming to capture Danta off guard with the tightening of his hand and the quicker strokes of the other Ancient’s cock.
Whether or not the promise is true, Astaroth finds he doesn’t care. The prospect is there enough to continue this game, this careful toying. “Very good, darling.” He drawls, his free hand lifting to tilt Danta’s chin up, to place a chaste and too hungry kiss to his lips, pulling away with a nip on his lower lip from his sharp teeth, which only serves to drive him forward in another, deeper kiss, aiming to capture Danta off guard with the tightening of his hand and the quicker strokes of the other Ancient’s cock.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
