Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Mm, agreed.” He hums, equally as quiet in the small space between them after Danta has pulled him closer. He remains hovering above him for the moment as warm hands spread over his back, in through the open half of his shirt, still tucked in toward the back.
His touch is a siren song and he leans into it, shifting to better settle on the bed so he can shed out of the shirt, draping it nicely on the edge of the bed before he starts working on ridding Danta of his own shirt (so he can’t be tempted to pull on the holes within the fishnet). “Oh? I would love to see that.” He purrs, nosing his way in to snatch a chaste kiss.
It’s like the Maverick hit the jackpot on the butcher’s love language. The gift of torture for those that had done him wrong? Gods, he’s swooning.
“If I recall, she was one of the casualties when I returned. I did not even get a chance to gloat about what monster I had become.” His grin twists more bloodthirsty, more playful as he shifts to roll onto his side at Danta’s side, even as he does honestly mourn the loss of not being able to take pride in his Ancientness.
His touch is a siren song and he leans into it, shifting to better settle on the bed so he can shed out of the shirt, draping it nicely on the edge of the bed before he starts working on ridding Danta of his own shirt (so he can’t be tempted to pull on the holes within the fishnet). “Oh? I would love to see that.” He purrs, nosing his way in to snatch a chaste kiss.
It’s like the Maverick hit the jackpot on the butcher’s love language. The gift of torture for those that had done him wrong? Gods, he’s swooning.
“If I recall, she was one of the casualties when I returned. I did not even get a chance to gloat about what monster I had become.” His grin twists more bloodthirsty, more playful as he shifts to roll onto his side at Danta’s side, even as he does honestly mourn the loss of not being able to take pride in his Ancientness.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
