love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
The fingers that tighten in his hair only spur the sensation, a sharp tug against the otherwise blissful, bloodied kiss and the static that threads through and fills his veins. His arms are not any less strong from how they keep Danta pressed against him, though, indulging in the kiss with his own deep pants and growls that quiet as he starts to regain some semblance of himself.
And thankfully, he didn’t take a chunk out of the Maverick either.
And it’s that realization as he comes back into himself from the euphoria that has blossomed that allows his touch to become gentler, to let his fingertips glide against damp pale skin with reverence rather than greediness. And it’s in this blissful few moments that he lets Danta steal however many kisses he wants before the butcher's nosing his way down to press his lips to the heartbeat that pounds against the Maverick’s neck. “I love you.” Comes the quiet admission, hands possessive yet immensely endearing and adoring as he sweeps his touch along his skin. “What do you say we relax a bit more before we make the journey back?” He imagines he won’t get any denial, and so for the time it takes them, the butcher focuses entirely on the Maverick in soft stolen kisses and gentle massages until they’re both capable enough to return back to the Dusklight.
— FIN
And thankfully, he didn’t take a chunk out of the Maverick either.
And it’s that realization as he comes back into himself from the euphoria that has blossomed that allows his touch to become gentler, to let his fingertips glide against damp pale skin with reverence rather than greediness. And it’s in this blissful few moments that he lets Danta steal however many kisses he wants before the butcher's nosing his way down to press his lips to the heartbeat that pounds against the Maverick’s neck. “I love you.” Comes the quiet admission, hands possessive yet immensely endearing and adoring as he sweeps his touch along his skin. “What do you say we relax a bit more before we make the journey back?” He imagines he won’t get any denial, and so for the time it takes them, the butcher focuses entirely on the Maverick in soft stolen kisses and gentle massages until they’re both capable enough to return back to the Dusklight.
— FIN
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
