so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Relief swells through him as Danta’s warm arms wrap around him, around his neck and his middle, pressing against the crisp shirt. His own arms slip around his shoulders, holding him tight to him as he tucks his head under the butcher’s bearded jaw. As he’s tugged back, he goes easily with him, walking back toward the bed. “Alright.” He hums, his voice far more relieved sounding than the uncertain, almost clipped tone of before.
The bed meets the back of Danta’s knees, and he doesn’t let them part at all as he sinks down with him, covering the Maverick’s body as he tries to scoot them back toward the head of the bed, bunching up blankets and furs in the process, hands leaving him to start to unbutton the nice shirt the butcher had put on, craving the feel of Danta’s hands on his scarred skin.
The bed meets the back of Danta’s knees, and he doesn’t let them part at all as he sinks down with him, covering the Maverick’s body as he tries to scoot them back toward the head of the bed, bunching up blankets and furs in the process, hands leaving him to start to unbutton the nice shirt the butcher had put on, craving the feel of Danta’s hands on his scarred skin.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
