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
A dark husky laugh is whispered against Danta’s skin, lips parting slightly to brush against the column of his throat in the soft space beneath his ear. He can feel the war raging within the other man, especially before his whisper reaches him. Once it has, though, and the blonde is catching his own glance backwards, a soft snort leaves him as he watches the realization sink into the pretty brunette, before she’s practically speeding across the beach.
They’re alone once more and Astaroth relaxes a fraction, withdrawing his head enough to trail his lips along the drying stream of blood from Danta’s chin, painting his own a deep copper ruby as his hand slows slightly, only to be made up for with the sudden jolt of hips moving against his own. It takes him a touch by surprise, a louder growl escaping him that he bites back with the sharp inhale of breath. “Ah— she was, wasn’t she?” He says, entirely distracted, focusing on tightening his hand around the Maverick’s cock, stroking equally as quick as their hips rock.
Danta’s hips increase in their pace and Astaroth’s do in turn, with the beach empty once more aside from them and the waves crashing against the shore, he peers up at Danta with a heavy lidded gaze. “Perhaps she would have wished she was you.” He purrs around a too quiet rumble of his own pleasure, moving his legs just enough to drive himself up into the other man harder, like he’s chasing his pleasure.
They’re alone once more and Astaroth relaxes a fraction, withdrawing his head enough to trail his lips along the drying stream of blood from Danta’s chin, painting his own a deep copper ruby as his hand slows slightly, only to be made up for with the sudden jolt of hips moving against his own. It takes him a touch by surprise, a louder growl escaping him that he bites back with the sharp inhale of breath. “Ah— she was, wasn’t she?” He says, entirely distracted, focusing on tightening his hand around the Maverick’s cock, stroking equally as quick as their hips rock.
Danta’s hips increase in their pace and Astaroth’s do in turn, with the beach empty once more aside from them and the waves crashing against the shore, he peers up at Danta with a heavy lidded gaze. “Perhaps she would have wished she was you.” He purrs around a too quiet rumble of his own pleasure, moving his legs just enough to drive himself up into the other man harder, like he’s chasing his pleasure.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
