lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
The curve of Danta’s body against his own has his one hand spreading out against the small of his back, fingertips pressing in against the space where the Maverick’s tail would be while the other traces Danta’s lips, smirking slightly as the blonde’s blunt teeth nip at the wounded thumb, sharing more of the iron. His lips part with the tightening of Danta’s hand in his hair and around the sharp pronged horns, a breathy huffed start of a moan escaping him.
Hearing the pleading in the Maverick’s tone, Astaroth presses in just as requested, precisely the position of before to reach that spot as well as press their bodies together tighter, head lowering to press his lips to the trail of blood he’s left behind. “Just like this?” He purrs, shifting the movement enough to make it still slow and sweet, but shorter thrusts. It works in tandem with spurring on his own orgasm, feeling the sparks stretch along the backs of his legs as he pants quicker breaths against Danta’s marked skin.
Hearing the pleading in the Maverick’s tone, Astaroth presses in just as requested, precisely the position of before to reach that spot as well as press their bodies together tighter, head lowering to press his lips to the trail of blood he’s left behind. “Just like this?” He purrs, shifting the movement enough to make it still slow and sweet, but shorter thrusts. It works in tandem with spurring on his own orgasm, feeling the sparks stretch along the backs of his legs as he pants quicker breaths against Danta’s marked skin.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
