sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

// up above so, up above so quiet //

Oh, with Danta’s wicked mouth, the butcher’s composure slips more often than he’d prefer. At the very least, some it is hidden by the blindfold that hides the twitch and pleasure that flickers and reflects across his face, leaving it only up to the feel of his body and the tension within, the sounds, that prove he’s doing a great job.

His hand is distracted against his lover’s length while Danta’s is hard and practiced, another piece of evidence of just how much the Maverick is effecting him. The purred response sparks the breathy, sultry laugh to slip past his throat, cut off by the short gasp of an inhale, the vibrating thrum of his voice as it escapes him with nothing but groaned out compliments.

The spaded tip of his tail that had pressed against Danta’s throat begins to lower, flattening and pressing into the smooth hard bone of his sternum, nestled between his collarbones, and after a few more moments of trying to regain his mind despite how well Danta is undoing it, the butcher pulls away. He looses the hold on his cock and dives in for a greedy kiss, hands smoothing out against his shoulders, withdrawing to let him shift. “Turn over.”

Astaroth

// down below so, down below so violent //