// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
It was one of his favorite things, the way that Danta was always so carefree and unbidden in his pleasure, that there was nothing quiet about the way that the Maverick loved. It was like a fire, all consuming and powerful and enough of a force to drag the butcher — the opposite in nearly every way — into the fury of chaos. It was beautiful, and Astaroth couldn’t help but to be swept up with him.
Even if he was intentionally being stubborn.
“Good.” Danta drags him out of it, giving into the sounds and movements of their body, each snap of his hips to each sound received, driven closer toward his edge with the scrape of sharp teeth against his jaw and neck. And while it isn’t the intention, one of Danta’s sharp fangs slices open a scratch beneath his beard. The scent of iron floods through him and he burns that much hotter for it, keeping his lover pinned while he angles his head to steal a brutalizing kiss. His other hand continues that quick pace against his length, aiming for the goal of getting him off first before the butcher can’t hold his back any longer.
Even if he was intentionally being stubborn.
“Good.” Danta drags him out of it, giving into the sounds and movements of their body, each snap of his hips to each sound received, driven closer toward his edge with the scrape of sharp teeth against his jaw and neck. And while it isn’t the intention, one of Danta’s sharp fangs slices open a scratch beneath his beard. The scent of iron floods through him and he burns that much hotter for it, keeping his lover pinned while he angles his head to steal a brutalizing kiss. His other hand continues that quick pace against his length, aiming for the goal of getting him off first before the butcher can’t hold his back any longer.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
