so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Calloused hands feel the smooth and subtly scarred skin of the Maverick’s as he pulls him close and becomes that statuesque pillar of support for him. And he smiles a knowing smile into the kiss, pulling away once he’s satisfied so that they can continue to try to catch his breath and so that he can get a good look of the makeshift den again.
“You gave me quite a few.” He hums, stepping back slightly as Danta sinks onto the mattress so that he can unbutton his shirt and fold it, setting it aside. He’s luckily steady enough on his feet to manage most of shedding his clothes, and by the time he’s done and everything is neatly placed (at odds with Danta’s rumpled and balled up clothes), the butcher finally crawls into bed along with Danta, curling up against him as best he can.
It’s with his nose pressed into Danta’s cheek that he murmurs a tipsy “you’re cozy.” A genuine compliment even if it comes out in a tone that suggests it isn’t.
“You gave me quite a few.” He hums, stepping back slightly as Danta sinks onto the mattress so that he can unbutton his shirt and fold it, setting it aside. He’s luckily steady enough on his feet to manage most of shedding his clothes, and by the time he’s done and everything is neatly placed (at odds with Danta’s rumpled and balled up clothes), the butcher finally crawls into bed along with Danta, curling up against him as best he can.
It’s with his nose pressed into Danta’s cheek that he murmurs a tipsy “you’re cozy.” A genuine compliment even if it comes out in a tone that suggests it isn’t.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
