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 should say a lot that the tension starts to fade from his shoulders the second Danta blankets him, that all he needs in order to relax is the possessive touch, the desire to feel wanted with each and every dark crevice of secrets exposed. Nobody is getting into anything they don’t already know. Danta’s familiar with his proclivities, and still chooses to be here, still chooses to kiss and sleep and spend time with him.
He doesn’t know if those are things Flora would be willing to do if she knew the truth of it all.
The butcher’s hands loosen in tousled golden strands as their second kiss breaks and his chest rises and falls, hands smoothing down Danta’s spine, trailing along the bump of each vertebrae. His head tilts, offering more space for him to press his lips, his pulse certainly thundering underneath them as he finally relaxes. “Do not apologize.” He says in a quiet and deep rumble. “I couldn’t either.” I was actually about to leave to find you. “I am sorry for shoving you against the door.” Comes his own apology, tail shifting to wind around Danta’s leg, anchoring him.
He doesn’t know if those are things Flora would be willing to do if she knew the truth of it all.
The butcher’s hands loosen in tousled golden strands as their second kiss breaks and his chest rises and falls, hands smoothing down Danta’s spine, trailing along the bump of each vertebrae. His head tilts, offering more space for him to press his lips, his pulse certainly thundering underneath them as he finally relaxes. “Do not apologize.” He says in a quiet and deep rumble. “I couldn’t either.” I was actually about to leave to find you. “I am sorry for shoving you against the door.” Comes his own apology, tail shifting to wind around Danta’s leg, anchoring him.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
