// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Asta—, the sound cuts through and rakes down his spine with fire and claws made of bone. The shiver is reflected in his movements, in the way she tightens around him and centers him. The butcher’s keen to give in, surprisingly able to hold out because the urge to devour and sate blooms so heavily in the forefront of his mind, growing redder and darker with each passing second.
Her moans are raw and his lover’s pleading tone snatch his gaze up, focusing on the Maverick with the intent they both know is coming. But he stays his hand, the husky rumbles of his breath accompanying the way one hand abandons the curve of her hip to slip up her golden, sweat slick body to the swell of her breast. “You are so good—” he purrs the breathy, focused sound, his accent thicker and wilder as he continues. “So good for us, darling.” The purr is aimed at Flora as his fingers curve up the swell of her breast, squeezing at a nipple, but his eyes remain focused on Danta with all the devouring heat glittering in the black of his eyes.
He’ll hold out until the rest of them fall apart, if only to ensure the utmost opportunity to not delve fully into his instincts.
Her moans are raw and his lover’s pleading tone snatch his gaze up, focusing on the Maverick with the intent they both know is coming. But he stays his hand, the husky rumbles of his breath accompanying the way one hand abandons the curve of her hip to slip up her golden, sweat slick body to the swell of her breast. “You are so good—” he purrs the breathy, focused sound, his accent thicker and wilder as he continues. “So good for us, darling.” The purr is aimed at Flora as his fingers curve up the swell of her breast, squeezing at a nipple, but his eyes remain focused on Danta with all the devouring heat glittering in the black of his eyes.
He’ll hold out until the rest of them fall apart, if only to ensure the utmost opportunity to not delve fully into his instincts.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
