Dantalion
but you can't be free
Lovemaking isn't in Dantalion's vocabulary, it's true. He fucks and he fucks like he means it, the Ancient snarling his pleasure to mingle in with Sunjata's moan ringing across Apopo. "You feel even better than you taste," he growls, breathless with it, though the sensations are enough to silence even his runaway tongue. Pleasure crackles deeply through him with every thrust, and the claws that rake across his shoulders are both unexpected and close to his undoing.
"Fuck," he moans, seeking out the other man's neck belatedly, as if recalling their prior conversation. And while he's no Ascended, his fangs certainly break the skin as he sinks them into Sunjata's throat, even as his free hand sneaks between them to stroke a feverish rhythm against the Flood's cock. There's no way this is going to last long, but that's alright - he never intended it to.
"Fuck," he moans, seeking out the other man's neck belatedly, as if recalling their prior conversation. And while he's no Ascended, his fangs certainly break the skin as he sinks them into Sunjata's throat, even as his free hand sneaks between them to stroke a feverish rhythm against the Flood's cock. There's no way this is going to last long, but that's alright - he never intended it to.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
