[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

It’s perfectly timed, swarmed with the twitch of his fingers on the sides of Danta’s neck, aiming to try and staunch bleeding in one side of his neck while the other is cradled by mere possessiveness. Eyes shudder closed for a brief moment before he manages to shove aside the beast crawling beneath his skin, his breath heaving and his heartbeat thrumming a staggered heartbeat against his neck.

Dark eyes open again, warmer as the waves of pleasure start to recede and he finds himself nosing in again as he pants, taking in the drips of blood against the pale and flushed torso of Danta’s. His hands loosen and lower, despite how his limbs and body feel like static and nothing all at once. It’s why he accidentally knocks the dark smooth fire obsidian of his horns against the spiked curve of diamond nestled in the Maverick’s tousled blonde.

“Fuck.” He breathes, more himself as he regains himself, shifting enough to spread a handprint of blood against Danta’s jaw as he guides him in to steal a much needed, grounding kiss, tail curling affectionately against the blonde.

He withdraws reluctantly, only to flash a somewhat apologetic smile from bloodstained lips. “Are you alright, love?”

Astaroth

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