am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
Exhaustion takes him so swiftly that he can’t help but to simultaneously cling and become boneless at the same time, sunk into the Maverick’s warmth like a heat blanket. It’s perhaps the most peaceful sleep, the soft snores and warm breath nothing more than that – no threat of the sharp teeth at the blonde’s neck, nor even a sound to escape him aside from the proof that he’s just as exhausted as he had appeared.
Now, he’s fully dry and his clothes are good enough (which he honestly has zero idea about, given he feels like only two minutes have passed by the time Danta’s waking him up). The kisses do their job, rousing him slowly as he blinks and shifts slightly, fingertips twitching against Danta’s shirt as he finally starts to wake up. He withdraws with a soft “mm?” before the blonde’s words have fully registered in his mind, and as they slot in a heartbeat of a second later, he’s withdrawing more fully so that Danta can move, the butcher’s hands lifting to rub at his eyes and through his hair. “S’only been a few minutes, has it not?” Of course, he hasn’t had a moment to register that it’s dark outside, until he blinks his eyes open again and scans Danta’s face illuminated only by the flame. “Oh.”
Now, he’s fully dry and his clothes are good enough (which he honestly has zero idea about, given he feels like only two minutes have passed by the time Danta’s waking him up). The kisses do their job, rousing him slowly as he blinks and shifts slightly, fingertips twitching against Danta’s shirt as he finally starts to wake up. He withdraws with a soft “mm?” before the blonde’s words have fully registered in his mind, and as they slot in a heartbeat of a second later, he’s withdrawing more fully so that Danta can move, the butcher’s hands lifting to rub at his eyes and through his hair. “S’only been a few minutes, has it not?” Of course, he hasn’t had a moment to register that it’s dark outside, until he blinks his eyes open again and scans Danta’s face illuminated only by the flame. “Oh.”
Astaroth
come a little closer
