love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Danta’s tail tries and succeeds in its attempt to coil around the butcher’s leg – a mirror in the way his own tail sweeps within the heated water to wind itself around the blonde’s opposite leg. Connected not unlike a circuit as Astaroth’s focus is entirely on winding up the Maverick, in which it seems he’s already gotten a good start with. His hand glides beneath the water as he huffs a breathy laugh in confirmation of what the Maverick wished to be called.
And as he gives his attentions in the form of bloodstained kisses up the other Ancient’s spine and his fingertips ghost along Danta’s length, he can feel the throb just as much as he can feel the shivers spark down the blonde’s skin against lips still pressed to the back of his neck. “Trouble?” He asks, sounding mischievously bewildered, withdrawing from the other Ancient’s back where he’d blanketed it moments before but intending to make the momentary loss of him not as harsh.
His hand wraps around Danta’s cock but doesn’t move, not as Asta readjusts behind him. His own length filled out and now pressing against the smooth curve of Danta’s ass in yet another tease. “I did offer, did I not?” His voice drops in a low purr, his free hand slipping up under where Danta’s arm braces himself against the stone, to glide along Danta’s chest up toward his throat, cupping it softly. “I am sure I can handle it, and you, love.” Both of his hands squeeze for a heartbeat of a second in each respective locations on Danta’s body, Astaroth’s dark eyes focused intently on the blonde’s as if he might be able to see any other reactions.
And as he gives his attentions in the form of bloodstained kisses up the other Ancient’s spine and his fingertips ghost along Danta’s length, he can feel the throb just as much as he can feel the shivers spark down the blonde’s skin against lips still pressed to the back of his neck. “Trouble?” He asks, sounding mischievously bewildered, withdrawing from the other Ancient’s back where he’d blanketed it moments before but intending to make the momentary loss of him not as harsh.
His hand wraps around Danta’s cock but doesn’t move, not as Asta readjusts behind him. His own length filled out and now pressing against the smooth curve of Danta’s ass in yet another tease. “I did offer, did I not?” His voice drops in a low purr, his free hand slipping up under where Danta’s arm braces himself against the stone, to glide along Danta’s chest up toward his throat, cupping it softly. “I am sure I can handle it, and you, love.” Both of his hands squeeze for a heartbeat of a second in each respective locations on Danta’s body, Astaroth’s dark eyes focused intently on the blonde’s as if he might be able to see any other reactions.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
