// with our one foot in the grave //
Despite having standards, it’s a shame that it doesn’t spark to life around them. He’d have gladly made the trek down to his room once the bed and frame were burnt to ash. But before he can get an answer out to Danta’s attempt to containing himself, the Maverick meets him halfway, their lips colliding in another greedy kiss, his hands smoothing out against the blonde’s ribcage. The hand that dives between them causes the butcher to release a groan into the kiss, pressing in harder with a fiery vigor to push him back down.
An ashen hand lifts to cup the side of Danta’s head, opposite of the still bleeding wound, before he withdraws from the press of their lips to tug his head to the side, to bury his face in against the wound once more. “A shame,” he breathes the taunt. Wet kisses smear along the blood even more, almost reverently tracing the shapes of the wounds. His hips snap against the hand that’s squeezed his cock, and with a twitch he starts to withdraw again.
Not for long, though, just enough to slip back to the edge of the bed, feet planting on the wooden floor as he drags Danta along with him — happily manhandling the Theocrat to get him into the precise position he wants. One ashen hand slips under Danta to prop his hips up, the other encircling the blonde’s own cock, stroking in a few quick motions to spur it on, the idea very clear that the butcher wants to watch Danta’s face when he sinks his cock into him.
An ashen hand lifts to cup the side of Danta’s head, opposite of the still bleeding wound, before he withdraws from the press of their lips to tug his head to the side, to bury his face in against the wound once more. “A shame,” he breathes the taunt. Wet kisses smear along the blood even more, almost reverently tracing the shapes of the wounds. His hips snap against the hand that’s squeezed his cock, and with a twitch he starts to withdraw again.
Not for long, though, just enough to slip back to the edge of the bed, feet planting on the wooden floor as he drags Danta along with him — happily manhandling the Theocrat to get him into the precise position he wants. One ashen hand slips under Danta to prop his hips up, the other encircling the blonde’s own cock, stroking in a few quick motions to spur it on, the idea very clear that the butcher wants to watch Danta’s face when he sinks his cock into him.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
