[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

It’s everything within him to keep from over indulging, and luckily the positioning helps (it’s part of the reason he’s chosen this way. The other part being that he absolutely wants Danta to see the way he can rug and pull at all of his strings). At any rate, he’s tempered, surprisingly well, letting the Maverick’s blood tint his lips as he presses kisses to the apology of the crescents of pinpricks his teeth have made. It’s a claiming, as he always does, but somehow it’s different. Perhaps it’s the hand in his hair, perhaps it’s the way that as he withdraws, nosing his way up against Danta’s jeweled ear, where his hot breath hitches ever so slightly when the blonde presses himself flush against him.

Dark eyes, made black by the shade of their den, catch a glimpse of the two of them, of the way one of the butcher’s hands continues to indulge his lover by stroking his length a bit faster, while his other hand moves between them, fingertips bullying their way against Danta’s hip, prying them apart for a mere moment so that the butcher has a chance of lining them up. Cool air floods into the space, replaced so quickly it’s a temperature of whiplash. “More, you said?” A husky whisper caresses against the other Ancient’s ear in the momentary pause, before he finally gives the Maverick a chance to settle, sinking into him with a muffled growl. His hand returns to Danta’s chest, lacing his fingers with the blonde’s freehand, sparking fire in looping arcs between any open space left between their hands. “Is this better, love?”

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing