love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Where Danta intends to or not, he often is and has been trouble for the butcher. But it is no means a terrible thing – given the taller Ancient’s appreciation of such endeavors. The fact that he craves it on occasion. Still, the butcher snorts to hear the response about his ever changing moods, he’s very much invested in seeing this one out. And it helps that between the hot water of the springs, the steam, the heated rock they also can absorb the heat from, the butcher finds himself quite relaxed.
Not unlike that time on the beach.
“Eager, are we?” He purrs, hand sliding up Danta’s neck to his jaw, to where his thumb can swipe at the blood that beads to the surface, all while rewarding him still with the hand that strokes an easy and languid pace against the Maverick’s hard cock. The tail squeeze is a nice touch and it causes him to begin to give in, rolling his hips slowly in another taunting tease, just to be as much trouble to Danta as the Maverick often is to him.
But it doesn’t last long, because as he gets Danta precisely where he wants him, lined up and beautiful before him, wrapped in tendrils of steam that rise from their bodies, the butcher sinks in slowly with a stuttered breath of his own, hand still just as languidly paced, but his other hand at the Maverick’s lips now slip his bloodied thumb into the Maverick’s mouth.
Not unlike that time on the beach.
“Eager, are we?” He purrs, hand sliding up Danta’s neck to his jaw, to where his thumb can swipe at the blood that beads to the surface, all while rewarding him still with the hand that strokes an easy and languid pace against the Maverick’s hard cock. The tail squeeze is a nice touch and it causes him to begin to give in, rolling his hips slowly in another taunting tease, just to be as much trouble to Danta as the Maverick often is to him.
But it doesn’t last long, because as he gets Danta precisely where he wants him, lined up and beautiful before him, wrapped in tendrils of steam that rise from their bodies, the butcher sinks in slowly with a stuttered breath of his own, hand still just as languidly paced, but his other hand at the Maverick’s lips now slip his bloodied thumb into the Maverick’s mouth.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
