// i am the righteous hand of god //
The shirts are removed, neatly folded, and in that time the Maverick has slipped his belt off before the warmth of his hands smooth against his chest, over the patchwork of scar tissue. This time, the blonde’s touch feels different, a gentle touch like he’s committing each and every press and swooping swipe of rough scar tissue to memory.
His dark gaze scans Danta’s face, listening to the words that slip out even as he tries not to read too deeply into them. He’s starting to realize it, though, even more so than he had previously in Levinsward. This time, though, the butcher knows better. So instead, his hands find Danta’s shoulders, running his warm palms up the sides of his neck before drifting back into his blonde hair.
“They would have to get through me to get to you as well.” He hums, a mutual agreement, not voicing the truths that week after week seem to become more relevant.
Cupping Danta’s face, Astaroth presses his chest harder against the hands against his scars, leaning in to share his warmth and to steal another kiss, like a vow that neither of them would be subjected to any of the torture they’d gone through before. Not if they had anything to say about it.
His dark gaze scans Danta’s face, listening to the words that slip out even as he tries not to read too deeply into them. He’s starting to realize it, though, even more so than he had previously in Levinsward. This time, though, the butcher knows better. So instead, his hands find Danta’s shoulders, running his warm palms up the sides of his neck before drifting back into his blonde hair.
“They would have to get through me to get to you as well.” He hums, a mutual agreement, not voicing the truths that week after week seem to become more relevant.
Cupping Danta’s face, Astaroth presses his chest harder against the hands against his scars, leaning in to share his warmth and to steal another kiss, like a vow that neither of them would be subjected to any of the torture they’d gone through before. Not if they had anything to say about it.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
