// smile like you mean it //
Panting through his nose, Asta relishes in the gasp that escapes her as she breaks off the kiss, even as his head trails after her belatedly a second or two as if to chase the tinge of blood. But she starts to trail down, her perfect teeth nipping and leaving reddened marks against his scars, the pain a belated touch with how much scar tissue had deadened some of his nerve endings, but it does still spark a bit of writhing and hitches of his breath.
He shifts to help her slip the shorts off, his tail maneuvering to wind around her leg, watching with a hazy gaze as he starts to try and prop himself up on an elbow once she settles back over him, caring little in the moment for her approval on his assets. He makes it not far at all as her chest presses back against his and he finds his shorts utilized as a pillow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “How kind of you, darling.” A breathy purr leaves him, before his dark eyes scan her face as he listens.
“You would be correct.” He drawls in that same, grittier accented tone. He’s half tempted to tell her that none of this has entirely been what he’s used to as of late, trying to find that delicate balance. But she requests control and tacks on the please, and truly it might be a good idea if he’s trying to restrain himself enough to not tear her throat out (a true shame it would be, honestly). “I could be convinced.” He drawls, leaning back to let his gaze focus on her, hips rolling ever so slightly to try and roll the tip of his cock against her warm heat, hands trailing up the sides of her body with added pressure, waiting to see what she had planned and whether he could restrain himself enough to find out. Show me what you’ve got.
He shifts to help her slip the shorts off, his tail maneuvering to wind around her leg, watching with a hazy gaze as he starts to try and prop himself up on an elbow once she settles back over him, caring little in the moment for her approval on his assets. He makes it not far at all as her chest presses back against his and he finds his shorts utilized as a pillow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “How kind of you, darling.” A breathy purr leaves him, before his dark eyes scan her face as he listens.
“You would be correct.” He drawls in that same, grittier accented tone. He’s half tempted to tell her that none of this has entirely been what he’s used to as of late, trying to find that delicate balance. But she requests control and tacks on the please, and truly it might be a good idea if he’s trying to restrain himself enough to not tear her throat out (a true shame it would be, honestly). “I could be convinced.” He drawls, leaning back to let his gaze focus on her, hips rolling ever so slightly to try and roll the tip of his cock against her warm heat, hands trailing up the sides of her body with added pressure, waiting to see what she had planned and whether he could restrain himself enough to find out. Show me what you’ve got.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
