// up above so, up above so quiet //
It wouldn’t have kept him away, had Danta raised his hackles and snarled about the Butcher’s approach. As it stands, there’s no need for a scuffle, letting Danta stick to his own meal while he picks and pulls parts of his own, content to relish in the bask of the bloodlust and the warm scarlet blood that soaks his pants and chest, clings to his neck.
Dark eyes immediately lift to the Maverick as he’s grabbed, a bit roughly albeit, but he goes willingly. Along the same mindset, Astaroth presses into the kiss that’s taken from him, withdrawing back to the meal in front of them with tension bleeding from his shoulders. “Both.” Astaroth hums, testing the water as he leans down and tears a bite out of the man’s chest, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh, bloodied hands braced against their prey’s shoulders.
Settling back on his knees to leave Danta to take his fill, his tail waves a little as it slips over to brush against Danta’s side, dark eyes focused wholly on the other man. “I always feel at such peace after.” He breathes in that deep hoarseness, exhaling a slow breath as if this was nothing more than meditation.
Dark eyes immediately lift to the Maverick as he’s grabbed, a bit roughly albeit, but he goes willingly. Along the same mindset, Astaroth presses into the kiss that’s taken from him, withdrawing back to the meal in front of them with tension bleeding from his shoulders. “Both.” Astaroth hums, testing the water as he leans down and tears a bite out of the man’s chest, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh, bloodied hands braced against their prey’s shoulders.
Settling back on his knees to leave Danta to take his fill, his tail waves a little as it slips over to brush against Danta’s side, dark eyes focused wholly on the other man. “I always feel at such peace after.” He breathes in that deep hoarseness, exhaling a slow breath as if this was nothing more than meditation.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
