love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
It seems they both stand a chance at learning something about themselves this season – between Astaroth’s realization in Torchline and Danta’s own dawning thought that maybe he did have a praise kink, it’s a good thing Astaroth would be more than content waxing all kinds of poetics if it got him results just like this. It’s a mix of both worlds, it seems, and the butcher already finds himself panting alongside the Maverick with each lungful of breath snatched from his lungs with each snap of his hips, driving himself deep again and again.
He can tell that he’s close, if not just by the sound of his panting breaths or the way he braces himself, but by the way his tail can sense the tremble in his legs as his tail remains coiled. So he continues exactly as is, positioned in slightly more of a stance to make sure Danta’s legs don’t give out on him, but trying to ensure he gets the Maverick off. “Cum for me, love.” Astaroth’s voice is a low purr of a demand, his hand stroking faster along with the relentless buck and snap of his hips, half curling over the blonde to where his scarred chest can be felt with each stutter breath the butcher takes.
He can tell that he’s close, if not just by the sound of his panting breaths or the way he braces himself, but by the way his tail can sense the tremble in his legs as his tail remains coiled. So he continues exactly as is, positioned in slightly more of a stance to make sure Danta’s legs don’t give out on him, but trying to ensure he gets the Maverick off. “Cum for me, love.” Astaroth’s voice is a low purr of a demand, his hand stroking faster along with the relentless buck and snap of his hips, half curling over the blonde to where his scarred chest can be felt with each stutter breath the butcher takes.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
