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
It’s all done on purpose, the way he lets Danta drive them both closer toward the edge, working out the nerves that have flared under his skin. Such that when he hears the honeyed words slip from his lover’s throat, his hands tighten in their respective places, before the hand digging into Danta’s side starts to move down toward the other Ancient’s forgotten cock, a smirk blossoming that’s intermixed with the lines of pleasure that flare through the splotchy flush to his cheeks.
“Mm, and what do you say, Dantalion, love?” It’s his own quiet demand as he rocks his hips up into Danta’s with a ruthless pace at odds with the suggestion that’s poured from his lips. Each thrust becomes more and more punishing, deftly slipping his hand between them to give some attention but not all of it. And only when Danta says please will the butcher finally grant him the relief of his hand mirroring the pace they’ve set, all while his other hand tightens and tugs in the long blonde strands currently wrapped around his fingers.
“Mm, and what do you say, Dantalion, love?” It’s his own quiet demand as he rocks his hips up into Danta’s with a ruthless pace at odds with the suggestion that’s poured from his lips. Each thrust becomes more and more punishing, deftly slipping his hand between them to give some attention but not all of it. And only when Danta says please will the butcher finally grant him the relief of his hand mirroring the pace they’ve set, all while his other hand tightens and tugs in the long blonde strands currently wrapped around his fingers.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
