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
“Mm, so could I.” Comes the moan of agreement, an almost dramatic flare if it weren’t for the way Danta’s pitched back so perfectly that the press of his hips against the driving thrust Asta provides blooms a brilliant heat into him he can’t help but to show. It precedes his gliding hand, finding the twitching, aching cock, and snagging it in a deft manner that’s certainly geared toward not prolonging the result.
Each tight stroke mirrors the butcher’s rocking hips as he drowns himself in his lover’s shoulder, in the scent of sage and smoke and citrus that sparks with the briefest, barely there hint of iron from the butcher’s sharp teeth as it catches on one of his lips. It’s a superficial wound, one that he likely wouldn’t notice until he drank liquor or lemonade, but enough to tack the scent into the middle of his favorites.
He turns that attention to Danta’s neck, now, sucking in a dark kiss against his neck with the scrape of teeth to drag more scarlet to the surface, finally breaking his attention from the mirror with the curtain of dark hair that sweeps across his shoulder to blot him out.
Each tight stroke mirrors the butcher’s rocking hips as he drowns himself in his lover’s shoulder, in the scent of sage and smoke and citrus that sparks with the briefest, barely there hint of iron from the butcher’s sharp teeth as it catches on one of his lips. It’s a superficial wound, one that he likely wouldn’t notice until he drank liquor or lemonade, but enough to tack the scent into the middle of his favorites.
He turns that attention to Danta’s neck, now, sucking in a dark kiss against his neck with the scrape of teeth to drag more scarlet to the surface, finally breaking his attention from the mirror with the curtain of dark hair that sweeps across his shoulder to blot him out.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
