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
There’s warmth that sparks with the lips pressed to his throat, and he’s sure that he can both feel the vibration of the butcher’s accented voice as well as hear it as he whispers all of the sweet things he can to alleviate his anxieties. He can hear the hiccupped breath that stutters from the Maverick’s lips and feel the tightening of his fingers, and for all of the butcher’s need of control, he’s malleable as Danta surges forward to snatch the kiss.
And he does parse Danta’s body language in the kiss, able to figure out everything the Theocrat is trying to say, shifting so that Danta can drape over him and press against him and it has his arms winding tightly around his back and his hands flatten against his shoulders, over scars that some had been left by him. He massages his shoulder blades with the tips of his fingertips, blinking up at him with a satisfied, lovesick dog-like look once Danta’s brushed his nose against his cheek.
One hand slips up to tangle and thread into the Maverick’s long strands of blonde hair, keeping him close as if he’s unsure whether Danta would wish to pull away. “Let's get some sleep, mm? I don’t know about you but I can already tell it will be a late morning for me.” He hums with a soft breathy laugh.
And he does parse Danta’s body language in the kiss, able to figure out everything the Theocrat is trying to say, shifting so that Danta can drape over him and press against him and it has his arms winding tightly around his back and his hands flatten against his shoulders, over scars that some had been left by him. He massages his shoulder blades with the tips of his fingertips, blinking up at him with a satisfied, lovesick dog-like look once Danta’s brushed his nose against his cheek.
One hand slips up to tangle and thread into the Maverick’s long strands of blonde hair, keeping him close as if he’s unsure whether Danta would wish to pull away. “Let's get some sleep, mm? I don’t know about you but I can already tell it will be a late morning for me.” He hums with a soft breathy laugh.
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
