hold you to the light, let you shine

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

Panting and pinned into Danta’s neck is perhaps his favorite place to be, absorbing the scent of the blood, of iron that blankets the underlying beauty of the Maverick’s own smokiness, the hint of earthy undertone of sage, and the bright clinging citrus that always is sharp enough to rise above the blood. He nearly shivers as his heartbeat comes down from its racing pace and the blonde’s hands tangled loosely within the dark, blood soaked hair at the back of his neck, listening and hearing the vibration of the whisper as its said.

It sparks a breathy laugh from him, the grin pressed into Danta’s skin, shaking his head just enough to not jostle the other man’s hands where they settle in his hair perfectly. “Evidently, I do as well.” He responds through a voice that’s husky and hoarse, still tinged with that Whitebrim tone. His arms squeeze around Danta’s middle before he starts to withdraw slightly, enough to nose his way up to steal a proper kiss, pressing into it deeply before withdrawing before they need air. “Or, perhaps we could keep our decency and claim it was simply a perfect date? One thing lead to another... dot, dot, dot.” He suggests with a bounce of a dark eyebrow and a bloodstained grin, corners twisting up in the edge of a smirk.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //