// smile like you mean it //
It’s true, he hadn’t lied to her, but the information is more than welcome for the butcher to know. So much so that the twist of his lips in that sharp smirk has him inclining his head to agree. “It is a good thing that I have not lied to you, then.” A playfulness blossoms in his dark gaze, tongue darting out for a moment to run along his lower lip especially as she comments on her own moniker.
As widely known as it is, his lips and teeth wrap around her nickname easily, a purred and sharp “the Doubletake” escaping him where his too sharp teeth click in a delightful way along the consonants. She seems to have made up her mind, though, and Astaroth is already mentally preparing to make sure he cuts himself off at a certain point, a point that is still far away despite how she straddles his lap in absolutely nothing but her thin bikini.
She shivers, though, and the bead of sweat is felt by his warm fingers as they slide up her spine, to the tie of her bikini top, deftly undoing the bow with a distinct precision. “Finishes it, darling. But it does help the mood spark quicker for me.” While it was necessary for the butcher to climax, it wasn't necessary to get his arousal started. It simply just helps to speed it up, which may or may not be the play right now.
She watches him with dark eyes of desire and with all of his points squashed in her confidence that she would manage, Astaroth supposes there’s nothing more to be done other than to indulge her. Surging forward, he claims her painted lips with his own, this time allowing the heat of their kiss to be shared and his lips parting to let her tongue explore the sharp tines of all of his teeth. His hands slide the bikini top off, before pressing her against him harder, so that her breasts press against his scarred chest and her hips press down against his own.
As widely known as it is, his lips and teeth wrap around her nickname easily, a purred and sharp “the Doubletake” escaping him where his too sharp teeth click in a delightful way along the consonants. She seems to have made up her mind, though, and Astaroth is already mentally preparing to make sure he cuts himself off at a certain point, a point that is still far away despite how she straddles his lap in absolutely nothing but her thin bikini.
She shivers, though, and the bead of sweat is felt by his warm fingers as they slide up her spine, to the tie of her bikini top, deftly undoing the bow with a distinct precision. “Finishes it, darling. But it does help the mood spark quicker for me.” While it was necessary for the butcher to climax, it wasn't necessary to get his arousal started. It simply just helps to speed it up, which may or may not be the play right now.
She watches him with dark eyes of desire and with all of his points squashed in her confidence that she would manage, Astaroth supposes there’s nothing more to be done other than to indulge her. Surging forward, he claims her painted lips with his own, this time allowing the heat of their kiss to be shared and his lips parting to let her tongue explore the sharp tines of all of his teeth. His hands slide the bikini top off, before pressing her against him harder, so that her breasts press against his scarred chest and her hips press down against his own.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
