// smile like you mean it //
If there’s one thing Astaroth has realized he prefers, is that it’s entirely a possessive standpoint. Marks left behind that distinctly scream him, whether healed or not (Danta has a few to sport, after all). So he easily focuses on maneuvering the Doubletake however needed in order to reach both her goal and his, burying his face between her legs with her hand in his hair. While he hasn’t participated much recently, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know what to do, and judging by the way she curls and shivers around him, he’s doing a pretty good job.
Oh, but then she’s uttering such a reckless comment, one that only spurs the butcher more. Finding that perfect rhythm between his lingers and the way his tongue moves against her, it’s very clear that he isn’t intending on letting that option slide. Instead, he pairs it with a vibrating moan of his own, panted against her and vibrating through her.
She grabs his hand and guides it up to her throat, though, and there’s even more dark delight that swims in the butcher’s gaze — because he does partake on occasion — and given his distinct knowledge of human anatomy, he makes it easy to place his hand in the perfect spot to squeeze her throat yet perfectly aligned to keep her from passing out. Her moan echoes from the walls and through his palm, sparking a hum of encouragement from him while his mouth and other hand remain quite busy, trying to make her fall apart.
Oh, but then she’s uttering such a reckless comment, one that only spurs the butcher more. Finding that perfect rhythm between his lingers and the way his tongue moves against her, it’s very clear that he isn’t intending on letting that option slide. Instead, he pairs it with a vibrating moan of his own, panted against her and vibrating through her.
She grabs his hand and guides it up to her throat, though, and there’s even more dark delight that swims in the butcher’s gaze — because he does partake on occasion — and given his distinct knowledge of human anatomy, he makes it easy to place his hand in the perfect spot to squeeze her throat yet perfectly aligned to keep her from passing out. Her moan echoes from the walls and through his palm, sparking a hum of encouragement from him while his mouth and other hand remain quite busy, trying to make her fall apart.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
