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
“In most cases you would have disregarded something by the fact that their main use would be clothing.” Given how many times Astaroth was positive if Danta didn’t have to wear clothes, he simply wouldn’t. But that’s beside the point, because not before too long is blood shared from finger to lips, then returned to coat the butcher’s own in the kiss pressed to the other man’s lips, silencing any outrage his teasing comment might have sparked.
Easily pulled closer at least, the hand tilting his jaw up slips back into Danta’s blonde, soaking in the sound of the soft moan that escapes the other Ancient before the mumble is heard when they part and Astaroth’s chuckle breaks the very small distance between them. His other hand loops around Danta’s shoulders and he leans back ever so slightly to let his dark gaze take a good look at him – even with how the teasing smirk remains on blood painted lips. “Big things come in small packages, isn’t that the typical saying?” Doubling down on the teasing, Astaroth’s grin grows again, equally sharp and taunting and playful.
Easily pulled closer at least, the hand tilting his jaw up slips back into Danta’s blonde, soaking in the sound of the soft moan that escapes the other Ancient before the mumble is heard when they part and Astaroth’s chuckle breaks the very small distance between them. His other hand loops around Danta’s shoulders and he leans back ever so slightly to let his dark gaze take a good look at him – even with how the teasing smirk remains on blood painted lips. “Big things come in small packages, isn’t that the typical saying?” Doubling down on the teasing, Astaroth’s grin grows again, equally sharp and taunting and playful.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
