there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
His smile into the kiss twists upright to feel the throbbing desire, swallowing the gasp down as he prolongs the kiss out a touch more before withdrawing. It’s a calculated withdrawal, one that has his dark gaze leaking toward complete onyx as he focuses on Danta’s face, hand still between them working him up in slow languid strokes.
“Oh, is that so?” Comes the contemplation, the momentary hesitation as he considers it, nipping at Danta’s lower lip in a way that won’t puncture but might scratch. “Perhaps I am inclined to see you work hard at tiring me out, then?” A playful suggestion, one that curls around him the same as his shadows do, before he’s withdrawing suddenly.
Not far, don’t worry, but enough to situate himself with his back pressed against their now burnt headboard, legs spread out with his tail flicking against the sheets and a dark playful gleam to his gaze, beckoning Danta closer with nothing more than looks and his body language.
“Oh, is that so?” Comes the contemplation, the momentary hesitation as he considers it, nipping at Danta’s lower lip in a way that won’t puncture but might scratch. “Perhaps I am inclined to see you work hard at tiring me out, then?” A playful suggestion, one that curls around him the same as his shadows do, before he’s withdrawing suddenly.
Not far, don’t worry, but enough to situate himself with his back pressed against their now burnt headboard, legs spread out with his tail flicking against the sheets and a dark playful gleam to his gaze, beckoning Danta closer with nothing more than looks and his body language.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
