the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
He knows the reluctance is there as he pulls away from the kiss, but it isn’t as if the butcher intends to be gone long. He finds that same reluctance in himself – in rather than cleaning up the rest of the mess of their den in the interim while the kettle starts to warm up, he finds himself sinking back in beside him, incapable of being apart for too long. “It should. How lucky you are to not have to endure the horrible taste of the previous ones.” Astaroth laments, drawing the Maverick in against him and remaining a pillar for however Danta wished to drape across him, fully expecting there to be absolutely zero notes from how the sedative goes – but knowing that if Danta were taking it that he’d also have to take his own precautions (if the slip of his bloodlust has anything to say about it).
His arm slides up against his lower back, keeping him close and anchoring his lover to him with the smooth winding of his tail around Danta’s leg. His free hand fiddles with the tea kettle and the cups as it begins to whistle – accompanied by the low hum of a chuckle that passes through his lips. “Am I?” He muses the leading question – all for the sake of his ego, of course.
He listens as she shifts slightly to keep Danta pressed against him while he focuses on pouring tea into both cups one handed, adding all the mix-ins he knows Danta prefers while swiftly adding his own. The sedative is sunk into Danta’s cup while the butcher forgoes his own, pressing his cheek to the Maverick’s crown before the rumble of his voice is heard again. “Would you like to try it now, darling?” It wasn’t like they needed to worry about burning themselves or anything, and maybe the sweet tea would be perfect enough to blot out the hint of the sedatives taste.
His arm slides up against his lower back, keeping him close and anchoring his lover to him with the smooth winding of his tail around Danta’s leg. His free hand fiddles with the tea kettle and the cups as it begins to whistle – accompanied by the low hum of a chuckle that passes through his lips. “Am I?” He muses the leading question – all for the sake of his ego, of course.
He listens as she shifts slightly to keep Danta pressed against him while he focuses on pouring tea into both cups one handed, adding all the mix-ins he knows Danta prefers while swiftly adding his own. The sedative is sunk into Danta’s cup while the butcher forgoes his own, pressing his cheek to the Maverick’s crown before the rumble of his voice is heard again. “Would you like to try it now, darling?” It wasn’t like they needed to worry about burning themselves or anything, and maybe the sweet tea would be perfect enough to blot out the hint of the sedatives taste.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
