dante’s smirk is rightfully devilish; complementing his own that curves up on his lips far better. the expression remained until he witnesses the front of his pants get yanked apart; button awol, zipper torn but he has no time to respond to the insincerity of his words. the only reply is a hiss through grinding teeth and the creak of wood between tightening fingers. an eagerness couldn’t be contained with those lips pressed against his stiffening cock; that tongue. the upwards motion is enough to coax a moan from the back of his throat.
impatience ruins rampant through his veins, wanting to watch those lips graze down his shaft, wrap around him, take it all the way. just the thought of it makes him shift and gaze down more intently. god, he
impatience ruins rampant through his veins, wanting to watch those lips graze down his shaft, wrap around him, take it all the way. just the thought of it makes him shift and gaze down more intently. god, he