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
The heat radiating from Astaroth’s body clearly screams that he doesn’t care either – and maybe there’s a part of him that relishes in the pain despite it as he does his best to box the Maverick in, chasing the taste of iron on the other Ancient’s lips and tongue. They part, and the butcher hates how out of breath he is, but his dark gaze is hazy as he leans back just enough to get Danta’s third button free.
“This is your reward, darling.” He drawls a touch breathlessly, before the hand in his blonde hair drops to the shirt at the time Danta’s got the butcher’s belt looped around him. “I can take it back if you do not want it.” He puts it simply, punctuating it with the tear of fabric as he rips open the rest of Danta’s shirt.
Don’t worry, he knows a perfect seamstress just down the way that can fix it right up.
He’s pulled closer by the belt and Astaroth’s hands possessively drag blunt nails down the Maverick’s sides to his own pants, pulling him forward to press against him more as he growls into the kiss, breaking it shortly after to bully his face in against Danta’s neck, sharp teeth scratching at the surface in a test of strength and a silent threat, body practically vibrating as he gives in and sucks a mark underneath the Maverick’s jeweled earlobe, hands now fighting to slip Danta’s own belt off, aiming to manhandle him to get it.
“This is your reward, darling.” He drawls a touch breathlessly, before the hand in his blonde hair drops to the shirt at the time Danta’s got the butcher’s belt looped around him. “I can take it back if you do not want it.” He puts it simply, punctuating it with the tear of fabric as he rips open the rest of Danta’s shirt.
Don’t worry, he knows a perfect seamstress just down the way that can fix it right up.
He’s pulled closer by the belt and Astaroth’s hands possessively drag blunt nails down the Maverick’s sides to his own pants, pulling him forward to press against him more as he growls into the kiss, breaking it shortly after to bully his face in against Danta’s neck, sharp teeth scratching at the surface in a test of strength and a silent threat, body practically vibrating as he gives in and sucks a mark underneath the Maverick’s jeweled earlobe, hands now fighting to slip Danta’s own belt off, aiming to manhandle him to get it.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
