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
Perhaps when he’s thinking a bit clearer and doesn’t have the tang of blood on his tongue, he might realize the overstep relating linen to cotton. Or perhaps it was an intentional blunder to try and relax the Maverick even more as the blonde’s laughter fills the air momentarily. Who knows? Astaroth keeps the secret behind his too sharp teeth, gladly pressing into the kiss and offering plenty of affection amongst his own blood and sink shirts and Danta’s own linen.
His question is aired, though, awaiting permission because he too doesn’t want to press (and with how few and far between the mood strikes him, might as well leave the ball in the Maverick’s court, right?) Either way, Danta’s comment and the way he surges up for a kiss has him humming into it, pressing in and biting back his own little growl as he moves to fully blanket the Maverick now, the hand in his hair moving down his chest to start to slip him out of the long sleeved shirt he wears, hands ghosting along Danta’s skin.
He breaks the kiss momentarily to sit up, releasing the arm he’d had pinned, to focus more on baring Danta’s skin to him, ignoring his tousled and now wrinkled, silk shirt. “You forfeited the coin toss, does that mean I win?” He asks with a deeper hum to his voice, dark gaze shifting to scan his face, the spread of his own blood marred on his lips in turn.
His question is aired, though, awaiting permission because he too doesn’t want to press (and with how few and far between the mood strikes him, might as well leave the ball in the Maverick’s court, right?) Either way, Danta’s comment and the way he surges up for a kiss has him humming into it, pressing in and biting back his own little growl as he moves to fully blanket the Maverick now, the hand in his hair moving down his chest to start to slip him out of the long sleeved shirt he wears, hands ghosting along Danta’s skin.
He breaks the kiss momentarily to sit up, releasing the arm he’d had pinned, to focus more on baring Danta’s skin to him, ignoring his tousled and now wrinkled, silk shirt. “You forfeited the coin toss, does that mean I win?” He asks with a deeper hum to his voice, dark gaze shifting to scan his face, the spread of his own blood marred on his lips in turn.
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
