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
Huffing a warm breath against Danta’s ear and temple. “I keep my promises, my dear.” He drawls with that very same purr. But as he makes his whined complaint of the rage room not being completed, he gladly lets the blonde’s head fall against his neck, the pulse of his heart lingering against the warm press of his lips. The butcher leans into it, a vibration humming past his lips at the mere idea of the rage room.
His arm squeezes the blonde’s shoulders a fraction tighter, drawing him a touch closer and partially turning into him which only gives the Maverick more movement against the red swim shorts. “It sounds delightful either way.” He begins to say, before he’s pressing his lips closer to the Theocrats ear. “Dare I say romantic, even?” Nipping lightly at Danta’s ear, he’s cautious enough to not draw any blood or pierce the other Ancient’s ear lobe, but the click of his too sharp teeth is heard quite loudly before a huff of a laugh rumbles out of his chest, tilting his head up and away from his ear to retrieve the mojito to take a sip, leaving his throat open for Danta to stay pressed into.
His arm squeezes the blonde’s shoulders a fraction tighter, drawing him a touch closer and partially turning into him which only gives the Maverick more movement against the red swim shorts. “It sounds delightful either way.” He begins to say, before he’s pressing his lips closer to the Theocrats ear. “Dare I say romantic, even?” Nipping lightly at Danta’s ear, he’s cautious enough to not draw any blood or pierce the other Ancient’s ear lobe, but the click of his too sharp teeth is heard quite loudly before a huff of a laugh rumbles out of his chest, tilting his head up and away from his ear to retrieve the mojito to take a sip, leaving his throat open for Danta to stay pressed into.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
