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
“How could I ever forget, darling?” He breathes a warm breath across Danta’s skin, he doesn’t think about the implications nor that conversation, even if it’s a ghost in the back of his mind, haunting him with the mere thought. Luckily, those thoughts are far from his mind as he lets Danta withdraw, lips curving into a dark and mischievous smile.
A breathy laugh leaves him as the blonde makes a good point, though. “I redact my prior statement.” He drawls, as if that made him consider he was a more difficult and complex man than he thinks he is. At the very least it doesn’t take much to please him.
He does feel the press of Danta’s arousal against him, and it’s half of the reason the flush remains high on his bearded cheeks. He gives in easily, malleable for the moment to the too slow kiss, until those perfect lips are announcing a trick learned from himself — which is quite intriguing for the butcher, unsure which way he would be leaning with that particular statement.
As it happens, it’s one of his favorites.
And with the iron tang filling the air so vibrantly, the butcher’s breath hitches as he dives into the kiss with just as much greed as before. The iron blooms the heat in him tenfold, threading through his veins like lightning, and Danta would surely feel the way his body starts to awaken as if from a long slumber. Hands grow more possessive, drifting up the back of his head and tangling into loose blond, tugging slightly as a deep rumble slips past his lips and he continues to chase the taste.
A breathy laugh leaves him as the blonde makes a good point, though. “I redact my prior statement.” He drawls, as if that made him consider he was a more difficult and complex man than he thinks he is. At the very least it doesn’t take much to please him.
He does feel the press of Danta’s arousal against him, and it’s half of the reason the flush remains high on his bearded cheeks. He gives in easily, malleable for the moment to the too slow kiss, until those perfect lips are announcing a trick learned from himself — which is quite intriguing for the butcher, unsure which way he would be leaning with that particular statement.
As it happens, it’s one of his favorites.
And with the iron tang filling the air so vibrantly, the butcher’s breath hitches as he dives into the kiss with just as much greed as before. The iron blooms the heat in him tenfold, threading through his veins like lightning, and Danta would surely feel the way his body starts to awaken as if from a long slumber. Hands grow more possessive, drifting up the back of his head and tangling into loose blond, tugging slightly as a deep rumble slips past his lips and he continues to chase the taste.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
