/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
The shadows might be temptation for the Maverick, but Astaroth’s quite content with indulging in the warm, messiness of Danta’s fingers through his dark hair. He focuses enough to not twist his head into the touch to prick his lover’s hand or arm with the sharp tines of his horns, but that’s about all. He’s busy, after all, drowning himself in the feel and iron tang of the other Ancient. The leverage granted by the tree makes it easier for the butcher to curve into him, the absorb the sweet nothings in each ravaging breath.
Situated as he is now, able to focus completely on Danta’s words and adoration, it’s with eyes heavy and dark with lust but speckled with the dappling of light, that he takes in the Maverick’s love and desire with his tortoise shell gaze, able to find that slow but still brutal pace. “I know you do.” He purrs, the confidence leaking from him with the ease of slipping into an old worn coat. “I love it when you sound like this.” He shifts a little, pace increasing both along Danta’s cock and the snap of his hips.
His lips ghost over his lovers, before he surges down to press them in messy kisses along his jaw and chin. His hand resting against the bark of the tree trunk drops again, digging blunt nails down Danta’s side to his hip, hitching him up closer and needier, drawing himself closer as his tether grows more and more taut, lightning sparking through his bones.
Situated as he is now, able to focus completely on Danta’s words and adoration, it’s with eyes heavy and dark with lust but speckled with the dappling of light, that he takes in the Maverick’s love and desire with his tortoise shell gaze, able to find that slow but still brutal pace. “I know you do.” He purrs, the confidence leaking from him with the ease of slipping into an old worn coat. “I love it when you sound like this.” He shifts a little, pace increasing both along Danta’s cock and the snap of his hips.
His lips ghost over his lovers, before he surges down to press them in messy kisses along his jaw and chin. His hand resting against the bark of the tree trunk drops again, digging blunt nails down Danta’s side to his hip, hitching him up closer and needier, drawing himself closer as his tether grows more and more taut, lightning sparking through his bones.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
