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
Its bliss and pure light, coaxing against the dark shadows of his chest and heart, blurring the lines between what’s actually happening and whatever his mind can conjure up. As such, he’s only broken out of it by the lull of Danta’s hands against the scarring of his torso, of the smooth skin and bruises that are faintly there beneath his touch. “Shhh,” the butcher says with a laugh that breaks into a shuddery sound.
He noses his way up, hands lifting to thread through blonde hair and angle his face down toward him, cupping each side of his jaw, stroking his thumbs along each sharp jut of his cheekbones. “I did no such thing.” He protests playfully, before he drags Danta down for an all consuming, greedy kiss.
One that he takes until his lungs burn and he withdraws to carefully press his forehead against the Maverick’s. “You are hearing things, darling.” He whispers in a hot breath.
He noses his way up, hands lifting to thread through blonde hair and angle his face down toward him, cupping each side of his jaw, stroking his thumbs along each sharp jut of his cheekbones. “I did no such thing.” He protests playfully, before he drags Danta down for an all consuming, greedy kiss.
One that he takes until his lungs burn and he withdraws to carefully press his forehead against the Maverick’s. “You are hearing things, darling.” He whispers in a hot breath.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
