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
Satisfaction curls on the corner of the butcher’s lips in spite of the breaths that heave from his chest, relishing in the hands that find him and run though dark hair that has come loose, along with dancing down his bruised and scarred spine until reaching the base of his tail. It has his breath hitching, already giving into Danta’s request, and when he feels that tension burn through the body beneath him, it spurs him on further.
He doesn’t try to quiet the Maverick, if anything the possessive part of him right now silently prays that the rest of the Dusklight can hear just how good of a night its owner is having. His hand is wedged between them, but he can feel the heat of the mess spread, fingers still trying to pull everything he can out of the other Ancient even as his hips snap in a pace that stutters and betrays the composure he’s tried to have.
Luckily it doesn’t take long after Danta before Astaroth is pitching forward, moaning out curses and the Theocrat’s name, sharp teeth biting on the inside of his cheek as he feels the warm sensation of blood and he moves the hand from between them to roughly grasp Danta’s chin, planting a greedy and bloody kiss that’s almost too tender as he rides out his climax, panting heavily through his nose as his hips start to slow and his body sags into the blonde.
He doesn’t try to quiet the Maverick, if anything the possessive part of him right now silently prays that the rest of the Dusklight can hear just how good of a night its owner is having. His hand is wedged between them, but he can feel the heat of the mess spread, fingers still trying to pull everything he can out of the other Ancient even as his hips snap in a pace that stutters and betrays the composure he’s tried to have.
Luckily it doesn’t take long after Danta before Astaroth is pitching forward, moaning out curses and the Theocrat’s name, sharp teeth biting on the inside of his cheek as he feels the warm sensation of blood and he moves the hand from between them to roughly grasp Danta’s chin, planting a greedy and bloody kiss that’s almost too tender as he rides out his climax, panting heavily through his nose as his hips start to slow and his body sags into the blonde.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
