// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The door opens and he’s immediately greeted with warmth of a higher degree, loosening any tension remaining in his shoulders. A sharp toothed grin spreads on his face, twisting into a smirk as he steps in and closes the door behind him without looking, simply observing the way the fire bounces the highlights of Danta’s golden hair, the way it seems to reflect and both brighten the Maverick’s blue eyes — eyes that are focused intently on him.
“I am tired, but—” He trails off in favor for the comfortable closure of space, the smooth and sweet kiss pressed to his lips that he pushes back into, arms winding around the other man as he makes an attempt to guide him backwards, closer to the heat of the fire and away from the door. “I am also pent up.” His tone is a touch husky, hands pressing against Danta’s hips as he continues to guide him back, misjudging the space to his bed with his focus wholly on the blonde, to end up pressing him back against the post of his bed.
Smirking to himself and into the next kiss he all but demands, those hands drift up underneath the gifted gold shirt, calloused fingertips heavy as they make a path up his stomach and sides.
“I am tired, but—” He trails off in favor for the comfortable closure of space, the smooth and sweet kiss pressed to his lips that he pushes back into, arms winding around the other man as he makes an attempt to guide him backwards, closer to the heat of the fire and away from the door. “I am also pent up.” His tone is a touch husky, hands pressing against Danta’s hips as he continues to guide him back, misjudging the space to his bed with his focus wholly on the blonde, to end up pressing him back against the post of his bed.
Smirking to himself and into the next kiss he all but demands, those hands drift up underneath the gifted gold shirt, calloused fingertips heavy as they make a path up his stomach and sides.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
