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
The shh is merely forgotten as the carefully constructed mask begins to fall off, cracking against the sand, allowing for that comment to bypass his bloodstained lips. Only when the question hits his ears does the smile return to Danta, cocking his head very obviously. “Or I stop.” He hums, as if making a show of doing just that with how his hand withdraws from the length of the other Ancient’s cock.
The nip sparks a flaring of his nostrils with a huff of a sound, biting it back as he looks over Danta’s shoulder to see the shadow of someone’s approach. This person is hard for the butcher to make out with the distraction from Danta’s tone, with the insistent roll of his hips against the butcher’s own. “Be good,” comes the purred demand, punctuated by the press of his teeth against Danta’s neck, trying to focus.
In the end, though, he doesn’t care what the stranger knows and sees, or whether they stay and watch. All he does care about is letting that flame become an inferno, and the second his teeth draw blood does the butcher’s hand return to Danta’s cock with more speed, as if trying to get him to reach his orgasm, as if giving in to the please. “Mmm—You may.” He finally decides, because the second Danta does, the butcher will lose himself in turn too.
The nip sparks a flaring of his nostrils with a huff of a sound, biting it back as he looks over Danta’s shoulder to see the shadow of someone’s approach. This person is hard for the butcher to make out with the distraction from Danta’s tone, with the insistent roll of his hips against the butcher’s own. “Be good,” comes the purred demand, punctuated by the press of his teeth against Danta’s neck, trying to focus.
In the end, though, he doesn’t care what the stranger knows and sees, or whether they stay and watch. All he does care about is letting that flame become an inferno, and the second his teeth draw blood does the butcher’s hand return to Danta’s cock with more speed, as if trying to get him to reach his orgasm, as if giving in to the please. “Mmm—You may.” He finally decides, because the second Danta does, the butcher will lose himself in turn too.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
