we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Perhaps on another celebration he can truly let Danta loose in the Rage Room. But for now, the House of Midnight for all of its magical brilliance, wasn’t equipped for the chaotic nature of the Ancients, but at least it was enough for memories sake. For perhaps, instead of memories of the other version of himself that lived amongst this home, that those dreams might be influenced with this. The feeling of the sweltering heat, of being pinned beneath his lover, of baring himself to him wholly in such a way that felt like nothing short of divinity.
He certainly is devoted to Dygra, as Danta is too, but for tonight he can fully devote and worship the Maverick. And he does, in the way the moans slip from his lips, as he indulges each demand given without a snarky or bratty response (where would he find the time or words with such a perfectly brutal pace, anyway?).
The echo is met with the low hum and pant of a moan, “yes, just— just like that”, a nod of his head that sends his antlers digging deeper into the furs, before Danta’s lips collide with his and stifle anything else he might have wanted to say (long forgotten in the span of seconds) as he surges into him. Shifting to help Danta better position himself, it’s with a moan that bursts from his throat poured into Danta’s mouth that he increases the pace on his length, self indulgent in how the electricity sparks and shudders through him to bring him to the brink. All it takes is a bit more force, a bit more of nosing his face up against Danta’s a touch harder to scrape a sharp tooth against the Mavericks lip (or his own, he isn’t paying that much attention to be honest), for the shock of iron to course through his senses and forcefully push him over that edge.
He grinds down sharply against Danta’s hips, driving the Maverick deeper as the tension breaks within him, parting from the kiss enough that the sounds that leave his lips seem likely to be the sharp, gravely sound of Dantalion’s name and the brief curses of his pleasure, his orgasm bursting through him in a sticky mess that drives up between them and leaves him absolutely breathless as he seeks out Danta’s lips to claim another all consuming kiss.
He certainly is devoted to Dygra, as Danta is too, but for tonight he can fully devote and worship the Maverick. And he does, in the way the moans slip from his lips, as he indulges each demand given without a snarky or bratty response (where would he find the time or words with such a perfectly brutal pace, anyway?).
The echo is met with the low hum and pant of a moan, “yes, just— just like that”, a nod of his head that sends his antlers digging deeper into the furs, before Danta’s lips collide with his and stifle anything else he might have wanted to say (long forgotten in the span of seconds) as he surges into him. Shifting to help Danta better position himself, it’s with a moan that bursts from his throat poured into Danta’s mouth that he increases the pace on his length, self indulgent in how the electricity sparks and shudders through him to bring him to the brink. All it takes is a bit more force, a bit more of nosing his face up against Danta’s a touch harder to scrape a sharp tooth against the Mavericks lip (or his own, he isn’t paying that much attention to be honest), for the shock of iron to course through his senses and forcefully push him over that edge.
He grinds down sharply against Danta’s hips, driving the Maverick deeper as the tension breaks within him, parting from the kiss enough that the sounds that leave his lips seem likely to be the sharp, gravely sound of Dantalion’s name and the brief curses of his pleasure, his orgasm bursting through him in a sticky mess that drives up between them and leaves him absolutely breathless as he seeks out Danta’s lips to claim another all consuming kiss.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
