[SE] safety off, fire away

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

He isn’t sleep deprived, but gods you wouldn’t know it with the way that he straightens up and his gaze remains half lidded from exhaustion as he tugs Danta closer and thankfully feels the way the blonde blankets his body to comply. Clinging to the Maverick’s warmth, content to let him bully whichever way he wants to at this present moment, he’s grateful for the help with getting the grains of sand out of his beard.

But he’s also distracted, and with the sleepiness still lingering in his bones, the butcher relaxes under the careful attention Danta gives to squeeze against his shoulders and neck, working out a kink in it he’d absolutely placed with where he’d succumbed to his sleep. And gods it feels incredible – the butcher feeling almost boneless under where Danta blankets him, a hitch of his breath escaping past too sharp teeth as he bites back the sound that wants to escape with the relief immediately felt.

Instead, his arms wind around Danta a touch tighter, book forgotten even as Danta mentions it, because the butcher is too busy running his warm hands along the length of the blonde’s spine. “That feels incredible.” Comes the groan whisper rather than the agreement – because it’s there in the underlying tones of his voice, having zero plans and thoughts for today aside from this. And gods, is he thriving.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line