Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
He has a large ego, obviously, but not so large as to assume that the Dusklight’s quiet lull was due to his absence. He had noticed, of course, that it seemed almost wilder, like it had held a breath for so long and now without harboring the tension, the ante has been upped double. Either way, the butcher settles, sipping at the wine as he offers the news of how his trek had gone, taking a slice of the honey drizzled apples and snapping into it with ease from his sharp teeth.
“Thrice.” He confirms, adjusting slightly to better fit Danta’s hand that winds its way around his middle, while the butchers tail starts to twist around one of Danta’s legs. “And I shall continue to do so.” He says casually, with a rumbling laugh of his own as his head adjusts to the kiss pressed to his throat.
A laugh that he sighs away as the other man nuzzles up under his jaw in such a way he can’t indulge in the wine. It isn’t as though he minds it, though, popping in the rest of the apple bite, chewing it quickly before swallowing it down and promptly leaning back a bit to press against Danta’s chest. “Mm, correct. What kind of image would that give off if everyone could touch me?” He muses the hypothetical before he tilts his head toward Danta to press his lips nearer to his ear. “That is a perk only designated for my employer.” Comes the quiet hum of amusement, the way his grin perks in the corners toward a smirk.
“Thrice.” He confirms, adjusting slightly to better fit Danta’s hand that winds its way around his middle, while the butchers tail starts to twist around one of Danta’s legs. “And I shall continue to do so.” He says casually, with a rumbling laugh of his own as his head adjusts to the kiss pressed to his throat.
A laugh that he sighs away as the other man nuzzles up under his jaw in such a way he can’t indulge in the wine. It isn’t as though he minds it, though, popping in the rest of the apple bite, chewing it quickly before swallowing it down and promptly leaning back a bit to press against Danta’s chest. “Mm, correct. What kind of image would that give off if everyone could touch me?” He muses the hypothetical before he tilts his head toward Danta to press his lips nearer to his ear. “That is a perk only designated for my employer.” Comes the quiet hum of amusement, the way his grin perks in the corners toward a smirk.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
