// with our one foot in the grave //
It’s always a mixture of pain and pleasure for the butcher — blanketed with a layer of blood. It speaks to his chaos, to his need for the trio in order to indulge. Right now? Astaroth is wholly indulging in the blonde beneath him. It's Danta that snatches each second of thought from his mind, spurred on by wishing to draw more growled sentences, to feel the way his body molds to each thrust and each swath of flame that licks and curls against smooth, yet, scarred skin.
He can see the way Danta’s body jolts with each snap of his hips, the fiery hand singing more fur beneath where he presses against the wound, before he’s sliding that hand up to press his thumb against the underside of the Maverick’s jaw. Fire licks against Danta’s lips, singing at the blood from the unintentional fang bite, and he leans in and hovers just barely above the blonde as he intentionally does the same. Sharp teeth nip against the scarring in his mouth, flooding his mouth with iron that has his nostrils flaring, a low breathy hum escaping him as his lips part and the blood drips out onto his already reddened lips, spilling onto Danta’s own lips.
To share, of course. “And you’re so fucking good for me.” The butcher retorts, pressing in as deep as he can go to steal a breathless kiss, cock throbbing hard with the sudden and momentary stillness, even as his hand continues to stroke the other Ancient’s length despite the minimal space.
He can see the way Danta’s body jolts with each snap of his hips, the fiery hand singing more fur beneath where he presses against the wound, before he’s sliding that hand up to press his thumb against the underside of the Maverick’s jaw. Fire licks against Danta’s lips, singing at the blood from the unintentional fang bite, and he leans in and hovers just barely above the blonde as he intentionally does the same. Sharp teeth nip against the scarring in his mouth, flooding his mouth with iron that has his nostrils flaring, a low breathy hum escaping him as his lips part and the blood drips out onto his already reddened lips, spilling onto Danta’s own lips.
To share, of course. “And you’re so fucking good for me.” The butcher retorts, pressing in as deep as he can go to steal a breathless kiss, cock throbbing hard with the sudden and momentary stillness, even as his hand continues to stroke the other Ancient’s length despite the minimal space.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
