// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Snorting at Danta’s reasoning sassing, it definitely is a good point. He hasn’t thought as far as what he might do if the Maverick actually did carry him back to the bed. Would it infantile him while his emotions already feel like they’re a live wire or would he be fine with it? Luckily, they don’t have to find out.
Because he’s settling in front of Danta, letting him have a good long look at him without his horns or tail to accompany the otherwise menacing appearance he always held, and when Danta leans in for another kiss — slow and tender and gentle in the darkness that blooms around them from the dimmed lights, Astaroth feels comfort swell against the rampaging waves of his exhausted panic. And he presses into it, craving it as much as the man itself.
“I’m not nearly as menacing without it. And shorter.” He whines before he promptly shuts his mouth so that Danta’s fingers can ghost across his cheeks and through his hair unbothered by horns to buckle the muzzle into place. Content as well, the comment sparks a fine line to form between his brows as he takes it in momentarily, before shaking his head and rolling his eyes slightly, even if there’s a small half smile forming on his face. “Beautiful?” He drawls as if it’s unbelievable, before he maneuvers and slips into the bed, blanketing Danta and pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
Because he’s settling in front of Danta, letting him have a good long look at him without his horns or tail to accompany the otherwise menacing appearance he always held, and when Danta leans in for another kiss — slow and tender and gentle in the darkness that blooms around them from the dimmed lights, Astaroth feels comfort swell against the rampaging waves of his exhausted panic. And he presses into it, craving it as much as the man itself.
“I’m not nearly as menacing without it. And shorter.” He whines before he promptly shuts his mouth so that Danta’s fingers can ghost across his cheeks and through his hair unbothered by horns to buckle the muzzle into place. Content as well, the comment sparks a fine line to form between his brows as he takes it in momentarily, before shaking his head and rolling his eyes slightly, even if there’s a small half smile forming on his face. “Beautiful?” He drawls as if it’s unbelievable, before he maneuvers and slips into the bed, blanketing Danta and pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
