so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Since before Longnight.” Astaroth gently corrects, even though the points the Maverick makes do resonate within him. It’s exhausting all the same to try and recollect it. Luckily, he doesn’t get a chance to, because Danta’s hands and fingers work at a too sharp and hardened knot, loosening under the pressure with a very loud pop and despite being face to face with the ground, the butcher sags in relief.
He thinks nothing other than the tingling bliss radiating from his spine and shoulders, humming a gentle tone of “much” that comes out sounding a bit too much like a moan on the exhale of a breath he’s been holding. Danta’s warm hands smooth over the floral printed shirt, only to find yet another large knot closer toward the top of his lower back, one that draws with tension as a laugh breathily escapes him, tightening his stomach. “I already feel so much more flexible and limber.” He’ll likely be sore tomorrow, but for today? This is incredible.
So much so that his tail winds around Danta’s leg, giving it a gentle and encouraging squeeze as the butcher tucks his chin closer to his chest, braced on his arms, to point the prongs of his horns away from the blonde.
He thinks nothing other than the tingling bliss radiating from his spine and shoulders, humming a gentle tone of “much” that comes out sounding a bit too much like a moan on the exhale of a breath he’s been holding. Danta’s warm hands smooth over the floral printed shirt, only to find yet another large knot closer toward the top of his lower back, one that draws with tension as a laugh breathily escapes him, tightening his stomach. “I already feel so much more flexible and limber.” He’ll likely be sore tomorrow, but for today? This is incredible.
So much so that his tail winds around Danta’s leg, giving it a gentle and encouraging squeeze as the butcher tucks his chin closer to his chest, braced on his arms, to point the prongs of his horns away from the blonde.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
