i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Feeling the arch of his back, his fingers stretch out to sweep into the small space made there, blunt fingertips curling against the other man’s smooth, scarred skin. It’s enough that the butcher fully succumbs to that primal instinct within him, blooming the fire of desire deep into his bones. They part for breath yet again and the dark of his gaze is made fully black with desire, panting into the space as he notes the loss of horns still, left to admire the simplicity of Danta’s appearance and the silver spun strands of his traditionally golden hair.
Each suggestion sparks more of a flush to bloom across the butcher’s olive skin, a heat that sparks to the arousal that Danta would very much be able to feel with how pressed he is against him. “Mm, well, considering we have already done this once this season…” He trails off, the clicking of his tongue a playful indicator to suggest he’s thinking of all of the options laid out in detail before he decides on one.
Like his decision wasn’t already made the second it dropped from Danta’s lips.
“The latter sounds particularly appealing.” He purrs before he’s in motion again, hands sweeping to the front of the Maverick’s pants to undo the lacing, to finally strip him of the rest of his clothes.
Each suggestion sparks more of a flush to bloom across the butcher’s olive skin, a heat that sparks to the arousal that Danta would very much be able to feel with how pressed he is against him. “Mm, well, considering we have already done this once this season…” He trails off, the clicking of his tongue a playful indicator to suggest he’s thinking of all of the options laid out in detail before he decides on one.
Like his decision wasn’t already made the second it dropped from Danta’s lips.
“The latter sounds particularly appealing.” He purrs before he’s in motion again, hands sweeping to the front of the Maverick’s pants to undo the lacing, to finally strip him of the rest of his clothes.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
