love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
He meshes well with the low din of Frey’s Breath, with the blackened horns that appear above his head, the deeply tanned skin revealing the pale scar lines and towering, willowy figure full of mischief and amusement as he promptly hops into the water, unable to respond to Danta’s very good idea until he surfaces and brushes back the long hair from his face, wet and slick and hanging off the tines of his horns as he flashes that beaming, sharp grin up at the Maverick. “I adore that idea, darling.” He’d been blissfully under water to not hear the hey! that escaped him.
But he joins him shortly after and Astaroth scans the area for a moment before he draws up beside the Maverick, tugging at him backwards until he can rear against the edge of the springs with his scarred back taking the brunt of the stone, arm lifting to wind around Danta’s shoulders to tug him in against his equally scarred chest before he’s nuzzling into the blonde’s temple just below his own diamond horns. “You look quite comfortable.” He hums contently.
But he joins him shortly after and Astaroth scans the area for a moment before he draws up beside the Maverick, tugging at him backwards until he can rear against the edge of the springs with his scarred back taking the brunt of the stone, arm lifting to wind around Danta’s shoulders to tug him in against his equally scarred chest before he’s nuzzling into the blonde’s temple just below his own diamond horns. “You look quite comfortable.” He hums contently.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
