so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He knew that was the answer he’d get the second his words left his lips, but gods if his shoulders weren’t so relaxed and soothed right now that the idea does tempt him. Especially with the way Danta’s pressed against him and the hands working their magic. Heat reddens the edges of his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he presses back into the kiss rather than responding.
“I do not want anyone else’s hands on me today.” He hums, head tilting slightly to indulge in the shift of Danta’s hands as they work knots and tension from his bones. But as the blonde sits up and settles in his lap, Astaroth blinks as he takes him in — the roar of the waves, the sunlight glimmering a golden halo around the outside of the other man’s body, turning his blonde hair into molten gold. He nearly says something before the blonde is moving and the appearance of captivation to huff out a little playful sound. “Mm, I suppose.” It’s brattily said, but he does take the opening to twist himself, shifting down so that he can rest on his arms folded beneath his head, his body sinking into the blanket on the sand and making him look impossibly thin.
“Be gentle, darling, unless you want all sorts of sounds to leave our little space.” He hums with a soft laugh, the bunch of his cheek from the smile blooming as he tries to keep tabs on Danta, even as his tail already swoops over to drag gently along the other Ancient’s hip and leg.
“I do not want anyone else’s hands on me today.” He hums, head tilting slightly to indulge in the shift of Danta’s hands as they work knots and tension from his bones. But as the blonde sits up and settles in his lap, Astaroth blinks as he takes him in — the roar of the waves, the sunlight glimmering a golden halo around the outside of the other man’s body, turning his blonde hair into molten gold. He nearly says something before the blonde is moving and the appearance of captivation to huff out a little playful sound. “Mm, I suppose.” It’s brattily said, but he does take the opening to twist himself, shifting down so that he can rest on his arms folded beneath his head, his body sinking into the blanket on the sand and making him look impossibly thin.
“Be gentle, darling, unless you want all sorts of sounds to leave our little space.” He hums with a soft laugh, the bunch of his cheek from the smile blooming as he tries to keep tabs on Danta, even as his tail already swoops over to drag gently along the other Ancient’s hip and leg.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
