love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
He thought Danta would like the sound of that. Multiple spaces considered as theirs, not one or the other’s, and while it feels quite permanent and daunting, there's something about the ease of this that makes those worries vanish. Especially when there’s the mixture of heat of the hot springs and themselves, radiating like furnaces as he does press closer at the slight beckoning of Danta’s hand around his waist.
Pressed up against the Maverick, the butcher’s grin lifts toward an amused smirk, snorting his laughter alongside. “You are right. I would be mortified.” He admits with a playfully dramatic sigh. One that has his head tilting forward until his forehead presses against the blonde’s, lips still stretched over his sharp grin. “I have come quite far. And I have no one but you to thank for it, darling.” Comes the soft purr, hand continuing to comb through blonde tresses.
His other hand comes up to wind higher around Danta’s shoulders, boxing him into the space of utmost affection, sure that he wouldn’t mind this kind of caging. After all, he had mentioned in the past that he enjoyed being pinned by him. And maybe it’s the mixture of that, plus the days hard work, plus the butcher’s good mood, but he hums a content little “So, thank you, Dantalion.”
Pressed up against the Maverick, the butcher’s grin lifts toward an amused smirk, snorting his laughter alongside. “You are right. I would be mortified.” He admits with a playfully dramatic sigh. One that has his head tilting forward until his forehead presses against the blonde’s, lips still stretched over his sharp grin. “I have come quite far. And I have no one but you to thank for it, darling.” Comes the soft purr, hand continuing to comb through blonde tresses.
His other hand comes up to wind higher around Danta’s shoulders, boxing him into the space of utmost affection, sure that he wouldn’t mind this kind of caging. After all, he had mentioned in the past that he enjoyed being pinned by him. And maybe it’s the mixture of that, plus the days hard work, plus the butcher’s good mood, but he hums a content little “So, thank you, Dantalion.”
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
