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
He also misses the closeness the second he’s parted them, but with the promise in their stares of it not lasting long, he waits. And gods, it’s worth it to see the way Danta prowls toward him. He doesn’t reach out at first, instead letting his lover settle astride his legs, the butcher’s tail sweeping around to tangle with Danta’s own, squeezing like a cat might stretch out its back.
He stretches out languidly once Danta’s settled, hands immediately lifting to stroke along his spine and sides as his lips are claimed. A low grumble leaves him into the kiss, a slow hum before it bursts into a groan that mirrors the moan that pitches out of his lover’s kiss. His cock throbs in Danta’s hold, hips twitching with a hitch of his breath in the kiss. His fingertips dig in, blunt nails dragging down his back to his hips where his hands press in enough to leave more red bruising marks behind.
He stretches out languidly once Danta’s settled, hands immediately lifting to stroke along his spine and sides as his lips are claimed. A low grumble leaves him into the kiss, a slow hum before it bursts into a groan that mirrors the moan that pitches out of his lover’s kiss. His cock throbs in Danta’s hold, hips twitching with a hitch of his breath in the kiss. His fingertips dig in, blunt nails dragging down his back to his hips where his hands press in enough to leave more red bruising marks behind.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
