Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
It’s a lesson that will need to be learned again and again and the butcher would never complain. Especially as the serenade leaves Danta’s lips as a perfect backdrop to the heat in the room and between them. He sinks his teeth in, mumbling a low rumble of a sound to hear him cut off his words, smirking as he withdraws and cleans up the bubbling blood against the Maverick’s neck. “Good to know that I can rile you up hands free.” He purrs darkly, his hand slowing with the warning.
It’s enough to decide that he’s calmed enough to be able to readjust them yet again, shifting to be able to align them just right. The hand bracing against Danta’s chest rises to wrap around his throat, his thumb nudging his face toward his own. “Don’t stop on my account.” He growls, lips painted on Danta’s blood that he presses into the kiss as his hand stills with a solid grip and hips rock into his Theocrat’s, wanting nothing more than to devour the sound he makes when he breaks.
It’s enough to decide that he’s calmed enough to be able to readjust them yet again, shifting to be able to align them just right. The hand bracing against Danta’s chest rises to wrap around his throat, his thumb nudging his face toward his own. “Don’t stop on my account.” He growls, lips painted on Danta’s blood that he presses into the kiss as his hand stills with a solid grip and hips rock into his Theocrat’s, wanting nothing more than to devour the sound he makes when he breaks.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
