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
It’s like dealing with an angry cat, or two tom cats aiming for a fight initially as Astaroth grabs Danta and drags him in, his tail lashing and teeth bared, fire reflecting and cutting a menacing shadow on the both of them when the realization hits.
And it’s to fanged bared teeth and fire singing his sleeves but snuffed out before they can completely ruin his sleeves that he meets Danta’s darkened gaze. His fingertips twitch against his bare skin, warm and perfect, at a loss for words aside from the oh that leaves him.
It should be a pause, a reset, of the butcher releasing Danta and apologizing in turn, when neither of them happen and the blonde is surging up to claim his mouth with a kiss that’s all encompassing. A warm arm loops around his neck, the other hand grabbing his jaw roughly — as if he could even imagine pulling away with the sweet song he chases in Danta’s kiss. Humming a vibrating note into it, the hands that had been used to pin him previously drop to his hips, walking back with a certain dexterity of ensuring that neither of them slice their tongue on his too sharp teeth.
Clumsily, his calves hit the bed first, causing him to stumble down and back, breaking the kiss as he tugs the Theocrat down with him, swallowing down the gushing his mind wishes to do — I missed you, you’re beautiful, I’m so glad you’re here, I’m sorry I pinned you to the door — and after a moment of peering at him while he pants to try and catch his breath, his hands lift to tangle roughly in golden strands, pulling him back in for another greedy kiss.
And it’s to fanged bared teeth and fire singing his sleeves but snuffed out before they can completely ruin his sleeves that he meets Danta’s darkened gaze. His fingertips twitch against his bare skin, warm and perfect, at a loss for words aside from the oh that leaves him.
It should be a pause, a reset, of the butcher releasing Danta and apologizing in turn, when neither of them happen and the blonde is surging up to claim his mouth with a kiss that’s all encompassing. A warm arm loops around his neck, the other hand grabbing his jaw roughly — as if he could even imagine pulling away with the sweet song he chases in Danta’s kiss. Humming a vibrating note into it, the hands that had been used to pin him previously drop to his hips, walking back with a certain dexterity of ensuring that neither of them slice their tongue on his too sharp teeth.
Clumsily, his calves hit the bed first, causing him to stumble down and back, breaking the kiss as he tugs the Theocrat down with him, swallowing down the gushing his mind wishes to do — I missed you, you’re beautiful, I’m so glad you’re here, I’m sorry I pinned you to the door — and after a moment of peering at him while he pants to try and catch his breath, his hands lift to tangle roughly in golden strands, pulling him back in for another greedy kiss.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
