Most of the time, it isn't nice. It isn't sweet or kind or gentle as it should be, considering the tinge of pink and the sharpness of copper that would come afterwards. Nothing much, not like he was simply ripping the Kid apart-- but it could go a whole hell of a lot easier. Sometimes its his fault, getting tired of that foul mouth spitting every curse known to man at him. Sometimes its the Kid's fault, tossing and fighting and pitching such a fit that he doesn't relax, doesn't let him stretch his ass to take it better. Sometimes it makes him flag (Dante has even flagged before, just a bit, at the yell of pain coming out of the younger man's mouth), sometimes it only makes him harder. Pain making it a release he doesn't want to talk about, something he can fight, even if he pulls his knees closer to his chest.
Sometimes he wants to see if they can have a softer fuck. Like the few times hes indulged some wayward chick off the street, not a whore, too stupid and fresh to exactly understand what sort of bed she was crawling into. He wondered what Nero would look like relaxed, legs framing his own, kissing him without so many bites. Touching him back, not going to rip out his kidneys like he normally does. Something softer, no less satisfying in the end, maybe even mundane enough to fall into a fulfilling pace in Missionary. It probably won't happen, but Dante wonders.
Wonders as he keeps his thumb firmly in the Kid's jaw to keep him from trying to bite his cock off as he pushes his head down.
{ so i heard the askbox was open }