Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It’s indulgent, the way Danta overwhelms him, the taste of the metallic tang on his tongue, the feel of the Maverick driving into him. He’s silently grateful for the way Danta doesn’t rush this, though, soaking up the attention and the feel of him everywhere. It’s with a huff of a sound with each thrust that the butcher’s hands slip up his lover’s back to caress the back of his head, the nape of his neck, a hand flattening against his back in between his shoulder blades. “The one that grabbed me?” He asks, feeling especially poignant to make the point to her in particular for the audacity.
If it were up to him, she’d be missing her hand. But he’d promised to do his best at the dare to be Danta for the night and he thinks he’s succeeded.
His arms loosen with more sounds escaping him, arching his back against the sheets as his lover sparks more and more sensation, the words grating against the grind of his hips to create an even more disorientingly wonderful spark as he gasps. “Gods -- they would be envious.” The butcher purrs as he arcs against the blonde, driving him deeper but also offering some additional friction to his own cock.
If it were up to him, she’d be missing her hand. But he’d promised to do his best at the dare to be Danta for the night and he thinks he’s succeeded.
His arms loosen with more sounds escaping him, arching his back against the sheets as his lover sparks more and more sensation, the words grating against the grind of his hips to create an even more disorientingly wonderful spark as he gasps. “Gods -- they would be envious.” The butcher purrs as he arcs against the blonde, driving him deeper but also offering some additional friction to his own cock.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
