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
Try as he might, Danta will likely find it to be quite the challenge given how stubborn the butcher can be. So it becomes a little game for himself as well, to not give in despite how hard Danta may try, and they’ll just have to see who’s iron will gives in first.
Smirking to himself as he hears the bitten back sound leave the blonde’s lips, another fresh spark of iron filling the air with their closeness, and he has to keep himself from rocking so obviously up against the Maverick. He keeps his face pressed in, just enough to peer from over the other Ancient’s skin to look at the woman coming their way, dark haired and with a sunhat adorning her, not quite looking their way yet as she approaches.
Danta’s dark voice reaches his ears and his hands brush against parts of his scalp that his horns are blissfully gone from for the moment, allowing that delicate touch. It’s a thought he hasn’t considered, something he hasn’t had a chance to even test, and as Danta’s hips roll tauntingly against him, it’s a near silent hitch of his breath that his cock throbs hard. “What is the worst that happens if she does notice, anyway?” He asks in a heady whisper against the blonde’s ears, hands spreading up against his spine, before dragging blunt nails down hard to leave dull pink marks.
“But… If we try to be subtle and she notices, what then?” He purrs, keeping his eyes on the woman as she continues her approach, still not quite looking their way which allows for him to buck his hips harder against Danta, only slowing just in case she turns her head.
Smirking to himself as he hears the bitten back sound leave the blonde’s lips, another fresh spark of iron filling the air with their closeness, and he has to keep himself from rocking so obviously up against the Maverick. He keeps his face pressed in, just enough to peer from over the other Ancient’s skin to look at the woman coming their way, dark haired and with a sunhat adorning her, not quite looking their way yet as she approaches.
Danta’s dark voice reaches his ears and his hands brush against parts of his scalp that his horns are blissfully gone from for the moment, allowing that delicate touch. It’s a thought he hasn’t considered, something he hasn’t had a chance to even test, and as Danta’s hips roll tauntingly against him, it’s a near silent hitch of his breath that his cock throbs hard. “What is the worst that happens if she does notice, anyway?” He asks in a heady whisper against the blonde’s ears, hands spreading up against his spine, before dragging blunt nails down hard to leave dull pink marks.
“But… If we try to be subtle and she notices, what then?” He purrs, keeping his eyes on the woman as she continues her approach, still not quite looking their way which allows for him to buck his hips harder against Danta, only slowing just in case she turns her head.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
