// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
No, he doesn’t, but the butcher can’t help but to help him along when he’s done such a beautiful job getting himself so roused. Still, the sly smile bolsters Astaroth as he hears the chorus leaving his lover’s lips. It’s a boon, a craving, a scratch to an itch he never knows he has but he always does. Even if it’s stifled in order to hear his own, its music to his ears, it makes him thrive.
The heat to Danta’s cheeks are tracked through the slits of black that watch and relish the show the Maverick provides, surging more of that electricity through him. He hears the confirmation and it takes all of two seconds before his hips are rocking back into Danta with a force to match his lover’s, a trajectory that has him spiraling toward his orgasm with a force even he doesn’t quite realize is happening until it starts to unravel.
Pants and groans accompany Danta’s moans, but it’s when they rock together and he’s driven deep that the butcher surges forward, surprisingly careful when he does tighten his hand in his lover’s hair, keeping his neck exposed, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring that pleasure to its climax. He releases him just as quickly to not tear any skin, but the wounds are not unlike a sharks where he laps at the blood with a too warm tongue, trying to urge Danta to finish with the increased pace of his tail on his cock, riding out the waves of his own orgasm.
The heat to Danta’s cheeks are tracked through the slits of black that watch and relish the show the Maverick provides, surging more of that electricity through him. He hears the confirmation and it takes all of two seconds before his hips are rocking back into Danta with a force to match his lover’s, a trajectory that has him spiraling toward his orgasm with a force even he doesn’t quite realize is happening until it starts to unravel.
Pants and groans accompany Danta’s moans, but it’s when they rock together and he’s driven deep that the butcher surges forward, surprisingly careful when he does tighten his hand in his lover’s hair, keeping his neck exposed, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring that pleasure to its climax. He releases him just as quickly to not tear any skin, but the wounds are not unlike a sharks where he laps at the blood with a too warm tongue, trying to urge Danta to finish with the increased pace of his tail on his cock, riding out the waves of his own orgasm.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
