the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
He’s absolutely right, of course, but Astaroth can’t keep giving in and telling him that as often as he has been lately. So, it’s with naught more than a gesture and the flickering lights of the candles that the butcher settles, winding streaks of fire up through hair and working with his free hands to start to unbutton the silken black and silver accented shirt.
It’s about the time that Danta makes his grand appearance, slinking over the bed in new pants (equally as lovely but far less appreciative in hugging the blonde’s hips). At least there’s the two glasses of wine that approach as Danta slips over to settle into his lap, brows lifted in quiet surprise at the dexterity shown.
He does snag a glass at least, while his other hand slips around Danta’s middle, his hand smoothing out at the small of his back. “Here’s to protecting the Dusklight.” Astaroth purrs in equal measure, taking a long slow sip of the wine and relishing in the fruity taste against his tongue with a soft and considerate sound.
“Ah, just as lovely as I had hoped.” The butcher’s delight reflects on his decorated face, the glass swirling a touch to see just how long it sticks to the sides of the glass when he settles again; looking completely at home with the Maverick in his lap. “What do you think?” He asks, not making it clear what the question is as he invades Danta’s space to press a chaste kiss to his full lips, withdrawing only slightly to nuzzle his nose against the sharp jut of Danta’s cheekbone.
It’s about the time that Danta makes his grand appearance, slinking over the bed in new pants (equally as lovely but far less appreciative in hugging the blonde’s hips). At least there’s the two glasses of wine that approach as Danta slips over to settle into his lap, brows lifted in quiet surprise at the dexterity shown.
He does snag a glass at least, while his other hand slips around Danta’s middle, his hand smoothing out at the small of his back. “Here’s to protecting the Dusklight.” Astaroth purrs in equal measure, taking a long slow sip of the wine and relishing in the fruity taste against his tongue with a soft and considerate sound.
“Ah, just as lovely as I had hoped.” The butcher’s delight reflects on his decorated face, the glass swirling a touch to see just how long it sticks to the sides of the glass when he settles again; looking completely at home with the Maverick in his lap. “What do you think?” He asks, not making it clear what the question is as he invades Danta’s space to press a chaste kiss to his full lips, withdrawing only slightly to nuzzle his nose against the sharp jut of Danta’s cheekbone.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
