you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
It is in fact the chorus of sounds he’s heard before, and only some have he ever heard leave Danta’s lips. Some are just as memorable from their other romps in the sheets, but it perhaps feels a bit different when the butcher isn’t drunk on the sensation of his own pleasure. No, this is merely a gift, his whole and undivided focus on trying to get the Maverick to crest into that floating abyss, satisfied and content.
And gods, is he surprisingly good at it, if the chorus has anything to say to him.
So he continues, humming notes of encouragement the second Danta’s warning reaches him, nearly choking with how he doesn’t anticipate the snap of his hips. But he recovers swiftly, hands moving to dig his fingertips into Danta’s hips and the curve of his ass, keeping him from surprising him or slicing himself against too sharp teeth.
Now wholly focused on the task at hand, his tongue lavishes him as his mouth does all of the work, already prepped for Danta’s climax to hit, watching with satisfaction already glittering in his dark eyes.
And gods, is he surprisingly good at it, if the chorus has anything to say to him.
So he continues, humming notes of encouragement the second Danta’s warning reaches him, nearly choking with how he doesn’t anticipate the snap of his hips. But he recovers swiftly, hands moving to dig his fingertips into Danta’s hips and the curve of his ass, keeping him from surprising him or slicing himself against too sharp teeth.
Now wholly focused on the task at hand, his tongue lavishes him as his mouth does all of the work, already prepped for Danta’s climax to hit, watching with satisfaction already glittering in his dark eyes.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
