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
When would the other Ancient have found the time to find the sore, tight spots within the butcher’s back? With all of the centuries in stone and the last few months warming him up to even being okay with unprovoked touch, it doesn’t surprise him in the least that Danta hasn’t noticed them. Aside from comments made (like the one in the Spire that had felt like eons ago), he’s never let anyone do this to him.
He realizes suddenly that he’s been wholly missing out.
Danta is not that careful with his ministrations on his back and spine as his next knot pops with a duller sound, like it was buried deep beneath muscle and bone, and with it another hmfph of sound leaves him even as he tucks his chin in and his tail winds around the other man’s leg as if to share in the gratitude while the rest of him was otherwise occupied. “Good. I can already imagine myself mourning the loss.” He hums even as he does do as requested without a fight.
Truthfully, Danta’s got him wrapped all around those dastardly hands of his. But after a heartbeat, his horns vanish and his tail does as well – loosening the pressure around the other man’s thigh – and he appears very much like a normal version of himself in the reflected sunlight, if not far more relaxed, his heartbeat drumming a steady beat beneath the blonde’s warm fingertips.
He realizes suddenly that he’s been wholly missing out.
Danta is not that careful with his ministrations on his back and spine as his next knot pops with a duller sound, like it was buried deep beneath muscle and bone, and with it another hmfph of sound leaves him even as he tucks his chin in and his tail winds around the other man’s leg as if to share in the gratitude while the rest of him was otherwise occupied. “Good. I can already imagine myself mourning the loss.” He hums even as he does do as requested without a fight.
Truthfully, Danta’s got him wrapped all around those dastardly hands of his. But after a heartbeat, his horns vanish and his tail does as well – loosening the pressure around the other man’s thigh – and he appears very much like a normal version of himself in the reflected sunlight, if not far more relaxed, his heartbeat drumming a steady beat beneath the blonde’s warm fingertips.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
