// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He still is pampering him, but at least this way the butcher can feel somewhat useful in terms of actually moving around rather than lounging in bed long enough that his legs fall asleep. So he takes a moment to keep the blood flowing and to taunt his lover a bit more before he’s swanning away, bare of any clothes yet prettied up despite it.
He silently takes in his appearance, until Danta’s arm slinks around his waist and he can see the bright blues of the Maverick over his shoulder as he tilts his head slightly to flash the grin toward him. “I think it is all perfect.” He hums, winding his tail around Danta’s leg as his arm rests on top of the Maverick’s own around his waist. “I also think that if you thought I took a long time getting ready before…” He purrs, tilting his head enough to brush his bearded cheek by Danta’s own. “Perhaps it may be longer now, darling.”
He silently takes in his appearance, until Danta’s arm slinks around his waist and he can see the bright blues of the Maverick over his shoulder as he tilts his head slightly to flash the grin toward him. “I think it is all perfect.” He hums, winding his tail around Danta’s leg as his arm rests on top of the Maverick’s own around his waist. “I also think that if you thought I took a long time getting ready before…” He purrs, tilting his head enough to brush his bearded cheek by Danta’s own. “Perhaps it may be longer now, darling.”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
