// with our one foot in the grave //
Humming a soft note, the butcher’s head nods slightly. “Let us hope there isn’t enough provocation.” Astaroth murmurs softly, lips still caged in so they can’t press against the soft pale column of the other man’s neck, but at least the cool metal sparks the goosebumps he hopes his lips might have caused had he the chance.
His chest is warm beneath Danta’s spidering hand and he gladly accepts the comfortable touch of the blonde’s hand as it slips up into his now messy hair. Danta would feel the clasps, the metal buckles tucked into dark hair, fitted perfectly to sit around his face. “I promise, darling.” Comes the vow, pulling back from nosing his way into Danta’s neck to be greeted with a one sided kiss.
“Mm, well, it’s only for sleeping and ensuring that I don’t rip your throat out.” Tilting his head so that Danta’s fingers could start to undo the clasps, the grin remains on display. “Which, at the present moment, I am both not sleeping and sated.” In terms of his bloodlust. It won’t last long, but having just recently taken the edge off, he’s calm, cool, and collected, even if faced with the spark of blood.
His chest is warm beneath Danta’s spidering hand and he gladly accepts the comfortable touch of the blonde’s hand as it slips up into his now messy hair. Danta would feel the clasps, the metal buckles tucked into dark hair, fitted perfectly to sit around his face. “I promise, darling.” Comes the vow, pulling back from nosing his way into Danta’s neck to be greeted with a one sided kiss.
“Mm, well, it’s only for sleeping and ensuring that I don’t rip your throat out.” Tilting his head so that Danta’s fingers could start to undo the clasps, the grin remains on display. “Which, at the present moment, I am both not sleeping and sated.” In terms of his bloodlust. It won’t last long, but having just recently taken the edge off, he’s calm, cool, and collected, even if faced with the spark of blood.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
