Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
A low chuckle leaves his lips as he watches Danta juggle the wine and the apple slice, all while pausing until the other man is content before he takes another sip of his wine, letting it warm his insides and chase away the lingering frost of awkwardness and nervousness that has uncharacteristically trapped the butcher earlier. Things feel back to normal, at least, with their playful banter returning. “I most certainly do.” He murmurs softly, before he’s making a go at nuzzling his head against Danta’s shaved portion, lips finding a jeweled ear to purr his little hum of the blonde’s position over him.
He can feel the grin stretch across the Maverick’s face, even as he withdraws slightly to allow him to finish the apple slice and the sip of wine. “I can only imagine, darling.” He hums – surprisingly truthful, given that he’d never ran a place like this (wouldn’t even dare to try), but he can keep an eye on security. That, at least, lands within his repertoire.
The mumbled words into his shoulder have him tilting his head back again to press into the blonde waves of Danta’s crown, nose wrinkling at the admission. “I am too.” He says to the first half before he heaves a quite whiny sigh. “Let them manage. They manage just fine without us when we travel, do they not?” He hums thoughtfully, downing the rest of his wine and placing the glass elsewhere to focus on Danta as he starts to half turn a little, enough that his free hand with the dark stitching can reach up to try and tame some of the blonde back from his face, before his finger trails along the other man’s jaw. “I selfishly wish to remain unbothered, right here with you.” He realizes he doesn’t have any room to be selfish, but it doesn’t stop him from saying it anyway.
He can feel the grin stretch across the Maverick’s face, even as he withdraws slightly to allow him to finish the apple slice and the sip of wine. “I can only imagine, darling.” He hums – surprisingly truthful, given that he’d never ran a place like this (wouldn’t even dare to try), but he can keep an eye on security. That, at least, lands within his repertoire.
The mumbled words into his shoulder have him tilting his head back again to press into the blonde waves of Danta’s crown, nose wrinkling at the admission. “I am too.” He says to the first half before he heaves a quite whiny sigh. “Let them manage. They manage just fine without us when we travel, do they not?” He hums thoughtfully, downing the rest of his wine and placing the glass elsewhere to focus on Danta as he starts to half turn a little, enough that his free hand with the dark stitching can reach up to try and tame some of the blonde back from his face, before his finger trails along the other man’s jaw. “I selfishly wish to remain unbothered, right here with you.” He realizes he doesn’t have any room to be selfish, but it doesn’t stop him from saying it anyway.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
