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
His lungs ache but it’s a burn he relishes as he’s tugged completely over the Maverick, slotting himself into the space offered once the clothes are gone. When he relaxes into the pillows and blankets, the kiss breaks, and Astaroth pants above him before pressing his forehead against Danta’s, careful to not press his horns in painfully.
Eyes slipped shut, relishing in the feel of fingers drawing patterns in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I missed you too.” Comes the quiet admission, immediately on the heels of Danta’s, not thinking of it any deeper than that, at least for both of their sakes.
A soft huff leaves him at the mention of hating it, something they both are so unused to, both so uncomfortable with needing and being needed. And yet, the kiss proves otherwise. The neediness the butcher has for Danta’s touch, the way he refused to let him push him away the night before. “I know.” He pushes in for another chaste kiss, withdrawing slightly after to peer down at him with dark eyes, arms boxing him in so that his fingertips can run through blonde hair, can dance along sharp diamond tines. “It is why I wouldn’t let you be alone yesterday even though I should have.” His gaze drops to his lips and anywhere but those vibrant blues. “I needed you. I hated that I did, but.. I couldn’t let you leave.” I couldn’t be alone.
Eyes slipped shut, relishing in the feel of fingers drawing patterns in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I missed you too.” Comes the quiet admission, immediately on the heels of Danta’s, not thinking of it any deeper than that, at least for both of their sakes.
A soft huff leaves him at the mention of hating it, something they both are so unused to, both so uncomfortable with needing and being needed. And yet, the kiss proves otherwise. The neediness the butcher has for Danta’s touch, the way he refused to let him push him away the night before. “I know.” He pushes in for another chaste kiss, withdrawing slightly after to peer down at him with dark eyes, arms boxing him in so that his fingertips can run through blonde hair, can dance along sharp diamond tines. “It is why I wouldn’t let you be alone yesterday even though I should have.” His gaze drops to his lips and anywhere but those vibrant blues. “I needed you. I hated that I did, but.. I couldn’t let you leave.” I couldn’t be alone.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
