// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The kiss stifles him, it consumes him, it burns in all the ways Asta’s body craves for. It’s only the press of his lovers tongue against one of his sharp teeth that adds a fresh sense of iron and heat into the already carnal desire that blooms through him. It doesn’t stop the growl of appreciation from pouring from his mouth to Danta’s, though, if anything it increases it and increases the pressure in which he kisses the Maverick back, like he might very well eat him.
He doesn’t, but the crimson hue of blood clings to his lips as he sinks back down with a cocky gleam to his gaze as Danta withdraws. “I do not wish for you to be left out.” He purrs, his tail stroking along Danta’s length to punctuate his velveteen words. “Trust me, I am very much enjoying myself.” He tacks on, muffled while Danta leans in to press the kiss to the corner of his lips.
And it’s with the anticipation of what’s next that the butcher’s legs adjust, his eyes wholly black as he watches the pleasure break across Danta’s face, mirrored in his own as he sinks down onto him. His hips rise to greet him, wanting to surge up and sink his teeth into the expanse of throat so willingly on display, but it’s Danta’s hand that stays him. The Maverick held his leash, after all. And he holds it well.
The first roll of Danta’s hips sparks his own moan to join his lover’s, an almost sweet edge to it as his tail adjusts to grip his lover’s cock with a pace to match the one Danta sets. The mixture is perfect, giving his hands room to trail along his shoulder and dig little lines in while the other rises to tug and grab ahold of his lover’s blonde hair. “You are beautiful, Dantalion.” He purrs his pleasure between his panting breaths, body like a live wire. “So perfect for me.” The praise drips like honey from his lips, body arcing slightly for Danta to drive himself deeper, to take everything he has to offer while his chest heaves and heartbeat thunders beneath his lover’s touch.
He doesn’t, but the crimson hue of blood clings to his lips as he sinks back down with a cocky gleam to his gaze as Danta withdraws. “I do not wish for you to be left out.” He purrs, his tail stroking along Danta’s length to punctuate his velveteen words. “Trust me, I am very much enjoying myself.” He tacks on, muffled while Danta leans in to press the kiss to the corner of his lips.
And it’s with the anticipation of what’s next that the butcher’s legs adjust, his eyes wholly black as he watches the pleasure break across Danta’s face, mirrored in his own as he sinks down onto him. His hips rise to greet him, wanting to surge up and sink his teeth into the expanse of throat so willingly on display, but it’s Danta’s hand that stays him. The Maverick held his leash, after all. And he holds it well.
The first roll of Danta’s hips sparks his own moan to join his lover’s, an almost sweet edge to it as his tail adjusts to grip his lover’s cock with a pace to match the one Danta sets. The mixture is perfect, giving his hands room to trail along his shoulder and dig little lines in while the other rises to tug and grab ahold of his lover’s blonde hair. “You are beautiful, Dantalion.” He purrs his pleasure between his panting breaths, body like a live wire. “So perfect for me.” The praise drips like honey from his lips, body arcing slightly for Danta to drive himself deeper, to take everything he has to offer while his chest heaves and heartbeat thunders beneath his lover’s touch.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
