I want indulgence

Astaroth

i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind

“Mm, don’t I..” He growls out the dark, husky sound, continuing to wind himself around his lover as much as he’s able to from where he’s very happily pinned into the sheets and furs. Without the horns to snag and pierce the blankets, he can burrow himself into the bed to angle himself just right to wherever the Maverick wants him to be. But it’s the sharp tang of iron that floods his senses that has him tilting his head back into the blankets, raven hair spilling out like a halo, exposing the broad expanse of his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the quick swallow and the vibration of his serenade.

One that only grows louder as Danta gives some very much needed attention to his aching cock, and it’s as though a jolt of lightning blindsides him with the wickedness of the blonde’s stroking hand. He aches and throbs and the inferno blossoms brighter, swallowing up anything else he might be feeling including the exhaustion tugging at him, blotting it out to let the moans and growls punctuate from him louder, especially for Danta’s ears (but sure that anyone outside nearby would be able to tell too). “Gods, Danta—” He’s cut off as he arcs into the touch, the tether snapping within him in absolute bliss and lightweightedness as he cums.

give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight