// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
Now, fucking him like he needs it is something the butcher can absolutely do — even if he can’t get the words out with the way Danta curves up to meet him as he climbs into the bed with him. It’s the perfect connection, the leg wrapped around his hip, the way his arms curl around his neck. Asta’s head tilts slightly to accommodate more space for him to litter his neck with the coaxing press of his siren’s lips.
One hand props up by Danta’s head while the other sweeps in between them, smoothing down the other Ancient’s chest and stomach, ghosting against his hard cock. It’s then that the butcher readjusts them, curling a bit closer to him as he lines him up with his own, a teasing press of the tip of his length that, too, is already proof of his desire between the blood and the fire of having Danta precisely where he wants him. “I do need you, for the record, darling.” The butcher purrs in a deeper accented honey sweet drawl, the hand that had lined them up now moves to Danta’s cock, fingers wrapping around in a tight enough hold to hopefully make the strokes he then does enough that he can draw those beautiful sounds from his lover’s throat. And while he has him distracted like that, he rolls his hips in a slow but testing means, driving himself into the other Ancient with a growl of a groan, holding himself back just enough to make sure Danta’s warmed up.
One hand props up by Danta’s head while the other sweeps in between them, smoothing down the other Ancient’s chest and stomach, ghosting against his hard cock. It’s then that the butcher readjusts them, curling a bit closer to him as he lines him up with his own, a teasing press of the tip of his length that, too, is already proof of his desire between the blood and the fire of having Danta precisely where he wants him. “I do need you, for the record, darling.” The butcher purrs in a deeper accented honey sweet drawl, the hand that had lined them up now moves to Danta’s cock, fingers wrapping around in a tight enough hold to hopefully make the strokes he then does enough that he can draw those beautiful sounds from his lover’s throat. And while he has him distracted like that, he rolls his hips in a slow but testing means, driving himself into the other Ancient with a growl of a groan, holding himself back just enough to make sure Danta’s warmed up.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
