Dantalion
but you can't be free
Sunjata cums and Danta's hand tightens almost painfully around his cock, the Ancient groaning against the blood that wells against his lips. He isn't far behind; crimson ribbons trickle down his shoulder blades as a result of the Flood's clawed affections, and it's with a final, hard snap of his hips that he finishes, riding the hot wave of ecstasy for all it's worth. His jaws part in a gasp for those final thrusts; aftershocks of his climax that he can't help but want to keep riding.
More might as well be his mantra, but for now, at least, Danta is sated. Caring little for the mess between them, he sags down against Sunjata, his forehead pressed to his shoulder, smearing more blood across his face as he pants for breath. And if Ancients could purr the Flood would be hearing it loud and clear; with his more carnal nature satisfied (for at least a few minutes, anyway), he's little more than a heavy, warm blanket atop the other man.
More might as well be his mantra, but for now, at least, Danta is sated. Caring little for the mess between them, he sags down against Sunjata, his forehead pressed to his shoulder, smearing more blood across his face as he pants for breath. And if Ancients could purr the Flood would be hearing it loud and clear; with his more carnal nature satisfied (for at least a few minutes, anyway), he's little more than a heavy, warm blanket atop the other man.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
