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
Regardless of how difficult Danta makes it, Astaroth manages to unbind his hands eventually despite the brief hisses of frustration in his attempts. Then, with the adjustment of maneuvering him into the space opened up on his bed, atop furs and blankets and plush everythings, the butcher’s lips twitch into a smirk as he watches Danta lounge like a coy cat.
Finally unbuttoning his pants, Astaroth slips out of them with a sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders a bit. “I wonder what that might look like, hm?” He drawls, watching the other man as if to punctuate the thought before he gives in after a few heartbeats over too long.
Warm hands reach out for Danta’s legs, dragging him to the edge of the bed and all but insisting he wrap his legs around the butcher’s hips, lining up his cock against the Maverick and yet not quite diving in just yet, adding more to the taunting and teasing.
Finally unbuttoning his pants, Astaroth slips out of them with a sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders a bit. “I wonder what that might look like, hm?” He drawls, watching the other man as if to punctuate the thought before he gives in after a few heartbeats over too long.
Warm hands reach out for Danta’s legs, dragging him to the edge of the bed and all but insisting he wrap his legs around the butcher’s hips, lining up his cock against the Maverick and yet not quite diving in just yet, adding more to the taunting and teasing.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
