// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He will laugh however much he wants to about it. At the very least, this hasn’t been an expectation, simply just a happy accident that will certainly destroy his clothes and coat himself in every inch of the scarlet warmth. Only the bare minimum is pushed down and removed, and Asta bears his weight on his elbows as his tail caresses Danta’s spine, slipping up and under the beautiful black fabric. The second that the blonde grabs both of their cocks, stroking with an eager pace, it nearly takes him by surprise at the intensity of it that sparks that fire in his gut tenfold.
There’s no room to say much, though, not when Danta’s lips crash into his and the growled out moan is poured into the Maverick’s lips, a light pant when they part and Danta’s warning is heard loud and clear and he can’t help but to nip with his sharp teeth on the fullness of the blonde’s bottom lip. “Eager, Dantalion, darling?” He asks in a low hum that seems like he intends to take his time, but he presses up to push Danta back ever so much, so that his tail sweeps around to add a bolstering point of keeping his balance while his bloodied hands leave handprints against the curve of the blonde’s ass, before dragging up and making a mess against his hips. His hands are sure and confident and he wastes zero time adjusting the Theocrat so that the butcher can press the head of his cock into the blonde, testing how tight he is, already just as greedy.
“I’m half tempted to find out what you might do…” Comes the purr as he trails his lips along the curve of the other Ancient’s sharp jawline, diving into the blood streaked blonde locks against his neck, trailing a hot tongue through the mess of crimson, uncharacteristically allowing Danta the first move to sink down onto him if he wants to speed it up.
A rare opportunity from the butcher to give Danta the reins, but one he suddenly finds he craves, bolstered by the lingering echo in his chest of the lyvern’s roar and the ruthless and chaotic energy he wants nothing more than to worship right this second.
There’s no room to say much, though, not when Danta’s lips crash into his and the growled out moan is poured into the Maverick’s lips, a light pant when they part and Danta’s warning is heard loud and clear and he can’t help but to nip with his sharp teeth on the fullness of the blonde’s bottom lip. “Eager, Dantalion, darling?” He asks in a low hum that seems like he intends to take his time, but he presses up to push Danta back ever so much, so that his tail sweeps around to add a bolstering point of keeping his balance while his bloodied hands leave handprints against the curve of the blonde’s ass, before dragging up and making a mess against his hips. His hands are sure and confident and he wastes zero time adjusting the Theocrat so that the butcher can press the head of his cock into the blonde, testing how tight he is, already just as greedy.
“I’m half tempted to find out what you might do…” Comes the purr as he trails his lips along the curve of the other Ancient’s sharp jawline, diving into the blood streaked blonde locks against his neck, trailing a hot tongue through the mess of crimson, uncharacteristically allowing Danta the first move to sink down onto him if he wants to speed it up.
A rare opportunity from the butcher to give Danta the reins, but one he suddenly finds he craves, bolstered by the lingering echo in his chest of the lyvern’s roar and the ruthless and chaotic energy he wants nothing more than to worship right this second.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
