love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
If ever asked, all of the credit would go to the very man before him. But so far, no one has asked, and he’s tested and tried out a multitude of things that have helped him succeed in being a sexual nightmare for the Maverick. He doesn’t think the blonde will complain, though. His laugh is a low rumble, like thunder after the crash of Danta’s own laughter. “I have, as it so happens.” Haughty and playful, his patience is immense. His will is iron. But even he knows when to concede and indulge, and he has succeeded already in getting Danta wound up.
If the way his moans and the tension of his body are anything to go by.
Either way, the feeling of Danta’s lips as they close around the pad of his thumb spark his hips to twitch a touch as his tail tightens around the Maverick’s leg. His breath stutters again to hear the compliment, the smirk unable to be seen from where he’s sunk into Danta to blanket him again, taking a second to ensure his footing and everything is precise (and gods if the Maverick’s mouth doesn’t drive him crazy in the interim). “Bend over further.” Comes the demand, no less strong for the fact he’s already a touch breathless. And just to ensure he complies, the hand at the Maverick's cock slows to just teasing touches along the tip and his other hand starts to move down as if trying to get him to see the picture.
Knowing it’s likely for Danta to comply, the butcher’s already prepared, withdrawing enough that the snap of his hips into the Maverick might radiate, as well as add some much needed attention to the blonde’s cock.
If the way his moans and the tension of his body are anything to go by.
Either way, the feeling of Danta’s lips as they close around the pad of his thumb spark his hips to twitch a touch as his tail tightens around the Maverick’s leg. His breath stutters again to hear the compliment, the smirk unable to be seen from where he’s sunk into Danta to blanket him again, taking a second to ensure his footing and everything is precise (and gods if the Maverick’s mouth doesn’t drive him crazy in the interim). “Bend over further.” Comes the demand, no less strong for the fact he’s already a touch breathless. And just to ensure he complies, the hand at the Maverick's cock slows to just teasing touches along the tip and his other hand starts to move down as if trying to get him to see the picture.
Knowing it’s likely for Danta to comply, the butcher’s already prepared, withdrawing enough that the snap of his hips into the Maverick might radiate, as well as add some much needed attention to the blonde’s cock.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
