// with our one foot in the grave //
It is exactly what Astaroth wants, each sudden craving met and then some. Ash and blood spark the chaotic energy fighting within the butcher as his thrusts are met with more encouraging sounds. Despite the panting that passes his lips, the grin turns sharper as Danta’s begging meets his ears. Who is he to deny him? His hand squeezes a bit tighter, his feet plant for more stability, and he shifts a little to stretch over the Maverick. The free hand lifts and snags some sparks from Danta’s fingers, wreathing his hand in flame as it reflects in his black honey eyes. “Gladly.”
The hand itself presses against the bite wound, smoking up the blood that still tries to seep out. In place, between focusing on fucking the Maverick harder and controlling the flame, he lets the fire lick down along Danta’s chest and stomach, letting the flames lick against the hand still matching brutal the pace of his hips. His tail tightens almost painfully tight around the other Ancient’s leg, and with the heat melting around them and singing the blankets, the butcher’s groans of pleasure reverberate for Danta’s ears only.
The hand itself presses against the bite wound, smoking up the blood that still tries to seep out. In place, between focusing on fucking the Maverick harder and controlling the flame, he lets the fire lick down along Danta’s chest and stomach, letting the flames lick against the hand still matching brutal the pace of his hips. His tail tightens almost painfully tight around the other Ancient’s leg, and with the heat melting around them and singing the blankets, the butcher’s groans of pleasure reverberate for Danta’s ears only.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
