love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Hands move deftly as Danta begins to twist, as the warmth of his back presses against the butcher’s chest. “Mm, no?” He meets the other Ancient’s smirk with one of his own, his hands smoothing over the curve of Danta’s ass as he leans into the touch at his jaw. His thumbs slide up, gliding against the hollows above his hips, rubbing a circle into the space above the Maverick’s tail. “You want to be called love?” He thinks that’s what Danta means, but he gives him the option to correct him.
It isn’t a long moment of pause, though, because one hand slides up and around the sharp jut of the blonde’s hip, curving down to brush his fingertips along the other Ancient’s cock. It’s paired with the fiery press of bloody kisses that press between the Theocrat’s shoulder blades (incidentally over a mark that he’s fairly confident he’d left him), then nosing up to the nape of his neck through the strands of wet hair. “Do you want me to ruin you, love?” Comes the husky purr from his lips pressed to damp skin.
It isn’t a long moment of pause, though, because one hand slides up and around the sharp jut of the blonde’s hip, curving down to brush his fingertips along the other Ancient’s cock. It’s paired with the fiery press of bloody kisses that press between the Theocrat’s shoulder blades (incidentally over a mark that he’s fairly confident he’d left him), then nosing up to the nape of his neck through the strands of wet hair. “Do you want me to ruin you, love?” Comes the husky purr from his lips pressed to damp skin.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
