// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
It's a very intentional detour, that’s for sure. And as the blood hits his tongue, it sparks the rest of him to life — relishing in it and the way it lightly paints his lips a deeper scarlet. Such that, as he rises right when Danta’s back arches as he strokes his length, his smirk blooms to life on his face as he keeps that relatively languid pace.
“I thought you preferred that, Dantalion?” He hums, cocking his head sharply but still carefully, enough to force his lovers hand into his hair a bit harder but ensuring the tines of his horns can’t cause any damage. “Unless I am mistaken, darling, in which you should probably tell me before I go any further.” He hums, hovering above Danta’s hips with that small smirk still on his face, his hand withdrawing until he hears what it is precisely Danta wants.
He’s absolutely being a menace about it, but he can’t help it.
“I thought you preferred that, Dantalion?” He hums, cocking his head sharply but still carefully, enough to force his lovers hand into his hair a bit harder but ensuring the tines of his horns can’t cause any damage. “Unless I am mistaken, darling, in which you should probably tell me before I go any further.” He hums, hovering above Danta’s hips with that small smirk still on his face, his hand withdrawing until he hears what it is precisely Danta wants.
He’s absolutely being a menace about it, but he can’t help it.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
