so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Same difference.” The dark chuckle leaves him as he dives into Danta’s neck, tongue and lips cleaning up some of the mess left behind, finding that even though it was his own, it worked well enough to keep that yawning pit in his stomach at bay.
Curling into the hand that threads through his dark hair, releasing it from the carefully slicked back appearance it had before, he follows the trail of blood from the Maverick’s neck to his lips, planting a chaste kiss there before he withdraws slightly. “I have no such intention. For now.” His grin curls a hint more cheshire, the vague threat underlying the current of the night so far.
His other hand slips up as he makes to distract Danta with another press of his lips, dragging blunt nails along the shaved portion of the Maverick’s blonde locks, before tangling in the shoulder length portion and tugging experimentally. “Of course, to make it even, I can still wear the muzzle if you’d prefer me to accomplish such a trophy of… Human sobriety?” He suggests in a deeper tone, giving Danta a clear out if he isn’t into the idea of this anymore.
Curling into the hand that threads through his dark hair, releasing it from the carefully slicked back appearance it had before, he follows the trail of blood from the Maverick’s neck to his lips, planting a chaste kiss there before he withdraws slightly. “I have no such intention. For now.” His grin curls a hint more cheshire, the vague threat underlying the current of the night so far.
His other hand slips up as he makes to distract Danta with another press of his lips, dragging blunt nails along the shaved portion of the Maverick’s blonde locks, before tangling in the shoulder length portion and tugging experimentally. “Of course, to make it even, I can still wear the muzzle if you’d prefer me to accomplish such a trophy of… Human sobriety?” He suggests in a deeper tone, giving Danta a clear out if he isn’t into the idea of this anymore.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
