[personal profile] feels_manager 2020-08-17 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a slight stutter of his breath and a tiny moan at the pinch. There's a soft, breathless laugh.]

Whining from you? That'd be a first.

[There's a gasp when that hand boldly goes for his dick, and in revenge, he leans forward and takes his ear lobe between his teeth, teasing it mercilessly. He's reacting to all the little touches, but he is determined to get the pants off.

Once they're gone, then he grabs the cuffs and moves to put them on.]


You want this? Then lay down and surrender.

[personal profile] feels_manager 2020-08-17 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Hmmm, guess we'll see, won't we?

[He loves that smile. Maybe it's because he could recognize just how distressed Astaroth was when he met him— to see that smile on his face, soft and genuine, made him feel lighter than air.

There's a snort at the words that follow.]


Nerd...

[And then he's leaning forward and putting those cuffs on, slipping the chain behind one of the bars of the bed. He kisses the corner of his cheek, along his jawline, and then lets his tongue trail slowly over the tender flesh of his neck.]

[personal profile] feels_manager 2020-08-17 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Super nerd.

[In reality, he's... maybe hoping Astaroth isn't expecting too much out of him. The guy's got thousand of years on him, and he's just...

him?

Not that it stops him from trying. He breathes hotly on the demon's skin, fingers trailing down his abs, one finger drawing a teasing line over his dick through the thin fabric of the underwear, before it moves away and drags lightly over an inner thigh.

And then there's teeth on his neck but just barely. Just enough for him to feel them there before he lightly clicks them. For now, he's just trying to see if he can figure out what his biggest turn-ons are.]

[personal profile] feels_manager 2020-08-20 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[A small, amused sound at that, but now he's concentrating on this. It both pleases and baffles him that Astaroth is reacting so strongly to him. He lets his nails trail on the tender flesh of that inner thigh, while the other hand comes up to run lightly over the nape of his neck— before sinking into and gripping those blue locks, just enough to give a sting.

He whispers breathily into his ear.]

Is this what you were hoping for?