we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
“Very good.” He purrs through the grin that greets Danta as he melts forward, immediately finding a place to put his hands — a smooth stroke from beneath his shoulders down along the jut and curve of his thin body, over silvery and raised scars to his hips. As Danta’s leg wraps around his own, the butcher’s tail sweeps out to wind around the leg still planted in a steadying motion. Though the movement has a hitch of his own breath escaping him as their arousals are pinned between them.
Rolling his hips gently to continue the sensation, however brief and as much of a taunt as it is for the both of them, Asta’s hands curve backward, stroking fingers along the base of Danta’s tail to the curve of his ass. “The platform, obviously, darling.” Comes the confirmation, the sharp smirk that greets his lover as he dives in to steal a quick and too chaste kiss.
He withdraws from it to drag the kiss to the inside of his arms that are still wound around his neck. “I love seeing each reaction I can drag out of you.” His fingers tap against the swell of his ass to punctuate the point, before he’s twisting him around to face the mirrors, still planted in the middle of the platform. His hand sweeps around his lover’s middle as he readjusts them, one hand lifting up to cup the Maverick’s neck, the other delving down to loosely snag his cock in a not fully there grip but with enough friction to feel something.
Rolling his hips gently to continue the sensation, however brief and as much of a taunt as it is for the both of them, Asta’s hands curve backward, stroking fingers along the base of Danta’s tail to the curve of his ass. “The platform, obviously, darling.” Comes the confirmation, the sharp smirk that greets his lover as he dives in to steal a quick and too chaste kiss.
He withdraws from it to drag the kiss to the inside of his arms that are still wound around his neck. “I love seeing each reaction I can drag out of you.” His fingers tap against the swell of his ass to punctuate the point, before he’s twisting him around to face the mirrors, still planted in the middle of the platform. His hand sweeps around his lover’s middle as he readjusts them, one hand lifting up to cup the Maverick’s neck, the other delving down to loosely snag his cock in a not fully there grip but with enough friction to feel something.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
