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
The flame burns between them, the wicked smile that blooms before it becomes the spark of desire and pleasure has him shivering in delight to see it. His dark gaze, half lidded enough to watch while also indulging in his pleasure. The pressure to his shoulder and to his chest are welcome, as is the fire that burns against his skin so delightfully that his tail curls tighter around Danta’s, winding together in a squeeze of pleasure that pairs with the rough growl that erupts from his throat right into his lover’s kiss.
A quiet laugh escapes him, one broken up by the pleasure of the movement they create. His head tilts into the nipping at his ear, the glittering bloodstone made dark by their shadows but flickering with the embers. “Gods, I love you.” He says instead, shivering when he sits back, the pleasure sparking all those vibrant electricities in his spine. His hips rock into Danta’s as his heartbeat races, thundering in his neck and against his scarred chest where Danta’s hand is placed, one of his hands lifting to cup his cheek, to thread through his blonde locks, tugging where it catches on tangles from the night.
A quiet laugh escapes him, one broken up by the pleasure of the movement they create. His head tilts into the nipping at his ear, the glittering bloodstone made dark by their shadows but flickering with the embers. “Gods, I love you.” He says instead, shivering when he sits back, the pleasure sparking all those vibrant electricities in his spine. His hips rock into Danta’s as his heartbeat races, thundering in his neck and against his scarred chest where Danta’s hand is placed, one of his hands lifting to cup his cheek, to thread through his blonde locks, tugging where it catches on tangles from the night.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
