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
He’d answer that Danta had absolutely insinuated it, were it not for the press of their bodies and their lips meeting once more, how he nearly swallows the protest before diving his face in against the Theocrat’s neck as if wondering what exactly would happen if he did leave a mark that screamed him. Alas, it’s a thought that vanishes as soon as it arrives, because he hears the dull thunk of the belt as its dropped and suddenly, his back is warm with flickering flame from the other Ancient’s fingers themselves.
Growling a sound of approval, even as it’s his turn to be a bit manhandled, chin tilted up. He dives into the kiss with a passion that he suddenly realizes has shifted, surprise flittering like white noise through his body as his fingers twitch against Danta’s belt. The butcher is nothing if not adaptable, though, the teasing and taunting set aside for the way his shoulders loosen their tension, for the way one hand continues to work at the belt buckle while the other loops easily around Danta’s shoulders and the bed post, gripping onto it for purchase as he pushes Danta back into it with that slow and needy kiss, deepening it, unable to hide the hum of the softer moan that escapes his lips and pours into the Theocrat’s mouth, his tail stopping its tense lashing in favor for winding around Danta’s leg as the butcher shifts slowly and easily to shove his leg in between the blonde’s legs, allocating space for him to actually try to slip that belt off.
Growling a sound of approval, even as it’s his turn to be a bit manhandled, chin tilted up. He dives into the kiss with a passion that he suddenly realizes has shifted, surprise flittering like white noise through his body as his fingers twitch against Danta’s belt. The butcher is nothing if not adaptable, though, the teasing and taunting set aside for the way his shoulders loosen their tension, for the way one hand continues to work at the belt buckle while the other loops easily around Danta’s shoulders and the bed post, gripping onto it for purchase as he pushes Danta back into it with that slow and needy kiss, deepening it, unable to hide the hum of the softer moan that escapes his lips and pours into the Theocrat’s mouth, his tail stopping its tense lashing in favor for winding around Danta’s leg as the butcher shifts slowly and easily to shove his leg in between the blonde’s legs, allocating space for him to actually try to slip that belt off.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
