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’s a kiss that’s both tender and possessive, and it goes until his lungs burn and they have to part, face pressing in against the hand that gently caresses along his bearded cheek while he tries desperately to catch his breath. His hand slips away from such a possessive hold on the Maverick’s jaw, slipping up into the tousled blonde in gentle, threading strokes, his other hand bracing still ever so slightly before he gives up, fully blanketing the blonde with his weight so that both hands can gently run his fingers along the sharp curve of Danta’s jaw, thread through golden strands, brush and tap along diamond, rainbow hued horns.
He’s finally somewhat caught his breath by the time Danta’s rough voice is demanding another kiss from him. He adjusts, this time slipping one of his arms around Danta’s shoulders, pulling him up as he dives in for another kiss, mind hazy and blank and satisfied as a cat. The kiss is gentler this time around, though still just as possessive and dripping with iron, Astaroth humming a sound of content into the Maverick’s mouth while his other hand continues its path through gold strands.
He’s finally somewhat caught his breath by the time Danta’s rough voice is demanding another kiss from him. He adjusts, this time slipping one of his arms around Danta’s shoulders, pulling him up as he dives in for another kiss, mind hazy and blank and satisfied as a cat. The kiss is gentler this time around, though still just as possessive and dripping with iron, Astaroth humming a sound of content into the Maverick’s mouth while his other hand continues its path through gold strands.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
