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
Regretting the distance almost as quickly as it arrives, the butcher sighs his relief as his cock springs free, blinking almost lazily at Danta as the comment is made and the warm breath of his laugh caresses the Maverick’s face. “I will not have an issue with that.” He announces haughtily, even as the blonde squeezes his cock and Astaroth’s hands tighten around the other Ancient’s hips, digging more bruises in with the force of it and the sharp and quiet inhale of breath.
It’s one that continues as he bites back the growl that wants to escape, letting it turn into a deep and nearly silent hum as Danta takes him. The question has no answer as of yet, while he forces through the thoughts in his mind, lifting his head up a touch to peer over the blonde’s shoulder, scanning the beach all while his cock throbs within Danta to hear the moan escape.
“For now, darling.” He purrs quietly and breathily. “Though there is someone that seems to be heading this way.” Is what he manages, as if toying with Danta to remain quiet as he lifts the other Ancient, just enough to both pull him back down and drive himself up. A quiet whisper of a growl slips from his lips as he angles his face against the crook of the Maverick’s neck, lips trailing against the exposed skin. “Do you think she’ll notice?” It’s said like a dark challenge, and the blonde will feel the curve of a smirk form on his lips with it.
It’s one that continues as he bites back the growl that wants to escape, letting it turn into a deep and nearly silent hum as Danta takes him. The question has no answer as of yet, while he forces through the thoughts in his mind, lifting his head up a touch to peer over the blonde’s shoulder, scanning the beach all while his cock throbs within Danta to hear the moan escape.
“For now, darling.” He purrs quietly and breathily. “Though there is someone that seems to be heading this way.” Is what he manages, as if toying with Danta to remain quiet as he lifts the other Ancient, just enough to both pull him back down and drive himself up. A quiet whisper of a growl slips from his lips as he angles his face against the crook of the Maverick’s neck, lips trailing against the exposed skin. “Do you think she’ll notice?” It’s said like a dark challenge, and the blonde will feel the curve of a smirk form on his lips with it.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
