// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Snorting lightly, Astaroth is inclined to respond, but their lips meet however briefly it is and he’s helpless in offering a response, which he realizes belatedly is Danta’s choice. He breaks it to offer the wine, and promptly expects it to be the sole reason Danta seeks out his lips, like a bribe. But the butcher is pleasantly surprised when it isn’t, watching as the goblet falls and clatters, creating quite the mess but blissfully leaving his fine clothes unstained.
“Ah.” The echo of the metal goblet is drowned out by the pull of the Maverick, both arms now free to wind around the other man, giving into the kiss and the touch, the lure offered as he blankets the blonde. One hand lifts to run through his blonde hair, brushing it back and he grows a bit hungrier in the kiss.
“Ah.” The echo of the metal goblet is drowned out by the pull of the Maverick, both arms now free to wind around the other man, giving into the kiss and the touch, the lure offered as he blankets the blonde. One hand lifts to run through his blonde hair, brushing it back and he grows a bit hungrier in the kiss.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
