run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He couldn’t have imagined it any better than the reality he’s receiving. Not as he watches the smoke slip from beneath Danta’s hands, as he realizes those handprints will be there forever, strewn over the table in such a position that anyone would have to know. And in a way, it sates that possessive glimmer within the butcher, enough that his focus is wholly on the Maverick and the way his body moves beneath him, the way he drives their pleasure forward to be seen in the foggy reflection.
He makes his command, slices his cheek, and fully aims to bury himself in the sensation as the tether within him snaps and he can’t bite back his own sounds any longer. Well restrained as he is, it cracks through him, especially as Danta drives back and sinks down onto his cock as much as he could. “Fuck, Danta—” Slips past his lips in a deep, gratifying sound, drowned out by the much louder sounds coming from the Maverick, but he finds he really doesn’t care. His hand loosens in Danta’s blonde locks, smoothing out over his back, riding out the lingering waves of pleasure for as long as he can as his chest heaves and he pants all kinds of sweet nothings, kisses pressed along his lovers spine tinged in red.
It’s fine, they need a shower anyway, right?
He makes his command, slices his cheek, and fully aims to bury himself in the sensation as the tether within him snaps and he can’t bite back his own sounds any longer. Well restrained as he is, it cracks through him, especially as Danta drives back and sinks down onto his cock as much as he could. “Fuck, Danta—” Slips past his lips in a deep, gratifying sound, drowned out by the much louder sounds coming from the Maverick, but he finds he really doesn’t care. His hand loosens in Danta’s blonde locks, smoothing out over his back, riding out the lingering waves of pleasure for as long as he can as his chest heaves and he pants all kinds of sweet nothings, kisses pressed along his lovers spine tinged in red.
It’s fine, they need a shower anyway, right?
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
