// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
His heartbeat continues to pulse as Danta noses the underside of his jaw, a whispered breath hissing out of him. “Then take it.” Comes the heavy growl, the t punctuated with that snap of teeth. But he doesn’t try to nose down for him, keeping his head angled up until he withdraws and slips down his chest and he can watch him. The Maverick’s warm hand presses against the spaded tail, keeping it pressed against Danta’s chest.
He watches through a hazy gaze as Danta watches back, his lips curling into a sharp smirk, a sharp fang revealed as his head nestled a bit more against his arms, the sharp edge of a tine scratching a pink line into the bronze of his forearm. He puts on a bit of a show, (more than he thinks) as Danta sinks down onto him and he echoes the same sentiment in a groan. Muscles tense along his chest, ribs sticking out sharply with the inhale of breath he takes. His hips rock slightly, trying to get the other Ancient to settle quicker.
Yet, in another surprise for the both of them, the moonlight casts a shadow of the spaded tail along the Maverick’s pale body. It shivers and moves, a darker strip of black as it brushes along his hip, before it rises enough to smack the Theocrat’s ass.
He watches through a hazy gaze as Danta watches back, his lips curling into a sharp smirk, a sharp fang revealed as his head nestled a bit more against his arms, the sharp edge of a tine scratching a pink line into the bronze of his forearm. He puts on a bit of a show, (more than he thinks) as Danta sinks down onto him and he echoes the same sentiment in a groan. Muscles tense along his chest, ribs sticking out sharply with the inhale of breath he takes. His hips rock slightly, trying to get the other Ancient to settle quicker.
Yet, in another surprise for the both of them, the moonlight casts a shadow of the spaded tail along the Maverick’s pale body. It shivers and moves, a darker strip of black as it brushes along his hip, before it rises enough to smack the Theocrat’s ass.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
