so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He is insistent, trying to push him back into the bed properly, if only so his long legs don’t have to hang off of the bed when they finally get comfortable. Once settled near the top, the pillows (thankfully not made with feathers), press and cup against the Maverick’s shoulders as Astaroth unbuttons his shirt completely while Danta works at the pants.
Slipped out of them easily, the butcher presses into the hands that sweep across his chest, hands sliding down to rid Danta of those grey sweatpants he’d put on to trudge down here. He has also craved the kiss that greets him as Danta leans up, and he dives into it with perhaps a touch too much greed and neediness unlike him from the past few days. Shrugging out of his shirt and slipping it off to the side with the rest of their clothes to completely press in against the blonde, head pressing in with the relief of fingers in his dark hair, sighing into the extended kiss and fully intending on keeping it going until his lungs feel like they’re burning.
Slipped out of them easily, the butcher presses into the hands that sweep across his chest, hands sliding down to rid Danta of those grey sweatpants he’d put on to trudge down here. He has also craved the kiss that greets him as Danta leans up, and he dives into it with perhaps a touch too much greed and neediness unlike him from the past few days. Shrugging out of his shirt and slipping it off to the side with the rest of their clothes to completely press in against the blonde, head pressing in with the relief of fingers in his dark hair, sighing into the extended kiss and fully intending on keeping it going until his lungs feel like they’re burning.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
