reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“It does.” Astaroth confirms, the butcher mixing both the taunting and teasing in regards to where exactly this night was going to go. But, of course, it does go both ways – and he meets Danta’s raised comment with that grin of his own, chuckling a dark laugh at the drawl. It is a good thing, but certainly Astaroth can be quite selfish when it comes to things he wants. And currently, it’s the blonde trying to leave the table in front of him.
His head cocks and his hand slips away, a lock of his dark hair falling to frame those dark eyes that track Danta as he presses up against him to slink off like nothing happened, and for a moment the butcher lets him step away, debating in the moment where to start. It lasts a split second, because as Danta makes it a few steps away, Astaroth is there, hand clutching at the shirt he wears to prevent him from stepping further, pressing him back so that the Maverick’s back presses against the wood post of the four post bed.
The butcher’s hands immediately start to move to unbutton Danta’s shirt, humming a note of “it is a good thing that I know how to manage suspicion, then, isn't it.” A lie when it comes to whatever this was, but a truth when it came to his other less favorable activities, Astaroth’s gaze bores into Danta’s in a challenge.
His head cocks and his hand slips away, a lock of his dark hair falling to frame those dark eyes that track Danta as he presses up against him to slink off like nothing happened, and for a moment the butcher lets him step away, debating in the moment where to start. It lasts a split second, because as Danta makes it a few steps away, Astaroth is there, hand clutching at the shirt he wears to prevent him from stepping further, pressing him back so that the Maverick’s back presses against the wood post of the four post bed.
The butcher’s hands immediately start to move to unbutton Danta’s shirt, humming a note of “it is a good thing that I know how to manage suspicion, then, isn't it.” A lie when it comes to whatever this was, but a truth when it came to his other less favorable activities, Astaroth’s gaze bores into Danta’s in a challenge.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
