// with our one foot in the grave //
If there is, Danta can pay for the next one — given that this contraption perfectly melded and molded for his face was not a cheap item. For now, though, it is safe and everything he had hoped it to be, even as Danta’s fingers begin to unclasp the metal cage from his jaws. The first clasp comes free, loosening the tight hold it had against the bridge of his nose. The second releases it from his bronze skin, mourning the momentary loss of the hand against his chest as it’s pulled away from his face.
But then, once it’s set down, those warm hands are plunging through the dark strands of his hair and his tail tightens against the other man’s leg as a shiver races down his spine. “Hopefully not too soon.” He purrs softly, a warm break raking across the Maverick’s lips before he’s sinking into the kiss. It’s a much needed one, greedy and content as his arms wind around the shorter Ancient’s middle, pulling him close and tight.
But then, once it’s set down, those warm hands are plunging through the dark strands of his hair and his tail tightens against the other man’s leg as a shiver races down his spine. “Hopefully not too soon.” He purrs softly, a warm break raking across the Maverick’s lips before he’s sinking into the kiss. It’s a much needed one, greedy and content as his arms wind around the shorter Ancient’s middle, pulling him close and tight.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
