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
A knowing tut of a sound slips from the butcher's lips, as if in enough of an answer to say I certainly did say so and then did, but that’s beside the point. Because the hum of a compliment would have him preening were he attuned, but in lieu of it, settles for a shark toothed smirk. “Good.”
It plays on his face as he watches the equally playful and dramatic shift in the Maverick to whine about his departure, snorting lightly as he cleans them up and readjusts them into the bed, before he promptly presses back in to drape himself over Danta’s body, his face bullying its way in against the opposite shoulder from which he’d marked him. His hand toys with the edges of the blonde strands as he relishes in the warmth of Danta’s face nuzzling in against his neck and cheek. “Mm, come to think of it, I believe I had plans with the bartender tonight.” He drawls a touch playfully, absolutely lying, forcing his face into the Maverick’s skin to hide the twist of the smile blooming on his lips.
It plays on his face as he watches the equally playful and dramatic shift in the Maverick to whine about his departure, snorting lightly as he cleans them up and readjusts them into the bed, before he promptly presses back in to drape himself over Danta’s body, his face bullying its way in against the opposite shoulder from which he’d marked him. His hand toys with the edges of the blonde strands as he relishes in the warmth of Danta’s face nuzzling in against his neck and cheek. “Mm, come to think of it, I believe I had plans with the bartender tonight.” He drawls a touch playfully, absolutely lying, forcing his face into the Maverick’s skin to hide the twist of the smile blooming on his lips.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
