Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He’s toying with him, in yet another lesson on edging. Such that the breathy laugh that slips from him aimed at his lover is one full of praise and attention even as he loosens every bit of magic held onto him, keeping him there. His body is splotched between the bruises and red flushes that coat his olive skin, lips curved into a knowing grin as the Maverick plants the kiss to his wrist. “No, not always.” He purrs, tail whipping behind him as mischief flares again now that he has a moment to breathe and pull him back from that edge Danta had been speeding him toward.
“Where is the fun if we rush it?” Guiding Danta up to his feet, he turns them so that the Maverick’s back is pressed against his chest while the butcher’s back presses against the wall. It gives him ample time to press a series of kisses to his neck and jaw, hovering his head over his lover’s shoulder to let his hands trail across his chest and sides, his tail curling around one of his legs. Eventually, the touch is guided to Danta’s cock, wrapping around it with ease in slow and steady strokes at first before the pace he picks quickens — his free hand bracing against his chest to keep him where he is as he drags his mouth along Danta’s skin.
“Where is the fun if we rush it?” Guiding Danta up to his feet, he turns them so that the Maverick’s back is pressed against his chest while the butcher’s back presses against the wall. It gives him ample time to press a series of kisses to his neck and jaw, hovering his head over his lover’s shoulder to let his hands trail across his chest and sides, his tail curling around one of his legs. Eventually, the touch is guided to Danta’s cock, wrapping around it with ease in slow and steady strokes at first before the pace he picks quickens — his free hand bracing against his chest to keep him where he is as he drags his mouth along Danta’s skin.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
