you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
He’s more than willing to angle down to catch Danta’s lips in a kiss, head tilted enough that his horns don’t add to the marks already burnt into the headboard. And he takes the opportunity to press in against Danta, blanketing him again and wrapping his arms around his neck, content to remain there, soaking up the extra heat radiating from the Maverick, the sensation of the hands that carefully wind around him to draw him closer.
The kiss breaks, and he hums a dark laugh, letting Danta curl around him in turn. “Ah, do not say that. Then I will have to try harder next time.” He drawls, flaring a slightly playful annoyance as his tail flicks against the bed, still tangled up with the other Ancient’s. His head tilts to offer all the space needed for Danta’s kiss to press in against his throat, and he closes his eyes to focus extra on the feeling of it. “I’m glad, darling.” He admits in a quieter tone.
The kiss breaks, and he hums a dark laugh, letting Danta curl around him in turn. “Ah, do not say that. Then I will have to try harder next time.” He drawls, flaring a slightly playful annoyance as his tail flicks against the bed, still tangled up with the other Ancient’s. His head tilts to offer all the space needed for Danta’s kiss to press in against his throat, and he closes his eyes to focus extra on the feeling of it. “I’m glad, darling.” He admits in a quieter tone.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
