// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Good.” Astaroth hums softly, before their lips meet and Danta is pulling him closer and it’s quite possibly the most relieving sensation he’s felt so far. His stomach soothes, calms, alight with a fiery warmth that he embraces rather than shies away from. The kiss goes on until his lungs ache, pulling back with a lungful of air through the panting before they’re pressed together again.
Suddenly finding himself boxing the Maverick in, arms braced against the wall and his body — in the tight fitting clothes and vest — press against Danta’s as his one hand lifts to brush along the blonde’s jaw, threading through blonde locks as he brushes it back out of his face. That warmth still blooms within him, painting his cheeks in a reddish hue, and he works to try and catch his breath when the other Ancient speaks.
He’s pulled back enough to let Danta’s hands run down the front of his shirt, his head cocking slightly to the side as the moon casts a faint shadow of his horns across the Maverick’s face. “You’re right, but…” He trails off for a moment, getting the train of thought back on track, diving in to press a softer kiss to his pulse, teeth well hidden from coming close to breaking skin. “Maybe a deer would suffice.” Or a ramphire, or whatever else was here in the tropical region. “Or maybe we try it anyway?” Comes the lower, heated whisper, nose pressing against Danta’s jaw before he withdraws to scan the other Ancient’s face.
Suddenly finding himself boxing the Maverick in, arms braced against the wall and his body — in the tight fitting clothes and vest — press against Danta’s as his one hand lifts to brush along the blonde’s jaw, threading through blonde locks as he brushes it back out of his face. That warmth still blooms within him, painting his cheeks in a reddish hue, and he works to try and catch his breath when the other Ancient speaks.
He’s pulled back enough to let Danta’s hands run down the front of his shirt, his head cocking slightly to the side as the moon casts a faint shadow of his horns across the Maverick’s face. “You’re right, but…” He trails off for a moment, getting the train of thought back on track, diving in to press a softer kiss to his pulse, teeth well hidden from coming close to breaking skin. “Maybe a deer would suffice.” Or a ramphire, or whatever else was here in the tropical region. “Or maybe we try it anyway?” Comes the lower, heated whisper, nose pressing against Danta’s jaw before he withdraws to scan the other Ancient’s face.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
