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
The fingers that curl at the nape of his neck draw goosebumps along his shoulders and neck, rising beneath the Theocrat’s fingertips. “My head is a wonderful place to be, whatever do you mean?” It’s a soft tease, even as Danta releases his hair and lets it spill along the butcher’s surprisingly gentle touch, only able to concede the point that the butcher knows the Maverick knows him the best. Especially now, between the loose lips of his panic attacks and simply being there steadfast with him through them.
He’s suddenly struck with the thought that had things not gone how they were, he’d never have someone to fully understand just how everything affected him. It’s both terrifying and wonderful.
It settles into a golden string through the black void of his heart, though, bypassing the thread to let the beaming, shark tooth grin meet the Maverick’s face in as sunny of a grin as he can. “I have certain shirts I am more willing to let get wrinkled…” He purrs, absolutely noticing the light that enters the Theocrat’s gaze at the reveal of his skin.
Slipping the shirt over to the side in a half fold that would leave it more wrinkle free than it would have been otherwise, the butcher leans back to let Danta’s hands trail along his skin, followed by the other Ancient’s lips. His hands lift, running along Danta’s sides toward his spine, trailing his fingertips up along the juts of his vertebrae. “Then indulge, darling. It’s vacation.” Comes the breathy purr, head tilting back to expose his neck more, without any care of his horns getting in his way.
He’s suddenly struck with the thought that had things not gone how they were, he’d never have someone to fully understand just how everything affected him. It’s both terrifying and wonderful.
It settles into a golden string through the black void of his heart, though, bypassing the thread to let the beaming, shark tooth grin meet the Maverick’s face in as sunny of a grin as he can. “I have certain shirts I am more willing to let get wrinkled…” He purrs, absolutely noticing the light that enters the Theocrat’s gaze at the reveal of his skin.
Slipping the shirt over to the side in a half fold that would leave it more wrinkle free than it would have been otherwise, the butcher leans back to let Danta’s hands trail along his skin, followed by the other Ancient’s lips. His hands lift, running along Danta’s sides toward his spine, trailing his fingertips up along the juts of his vertebrae. “Then indulge, darling. It’s vacation.” Comes the breathy purr, head tilting back to expose his neck more, without any care of his horns getting in his way.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
