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?
A hiss precedes the threat that becomes very apparent as Astaroth’s teeth find their place to rest against his lover's shoulder, not intending to bite unless Danta forces his hand. Or, more likely, forces the sharpened teeth to sink into flesh that’s already scarred from the very teeth that offer the threat.
Honestly, the Maverick is quite the warning sign. And it’s a good thing Danta doesn’t mind it.
Immediately withdrawing so he doesn’t scratch or draw blood when Danta concedes. He’s easily readjusted, chin tilting up into the siren song that are Danta’s lips. And there’s some sense of equal reluctance from the butcher, pressing into the kiss and lingering, relaxing as he does snake a hand out of the trap the blonde has put him in to caress the side of his jaw if only to prolong it a few moments longer.
Parting is inevitable, though, and Astaroth trails his nose and lips against the sharp jut of his high cheekbones as he hums a wistful sound. “Is there something I can do for you in return?” He asks, in case there’s something he hasn’t thought about beyond the tea and general being a blanket and at his whim, that Danta might be craving.
At any rate, he does reluctantly withdraw enough to finish his cup of tea and make his way to the large mirror, settling into the seat in front of it.
Honestly, the Maverick is quite the warning sign. And it’s a good thing Danta doesn’t mind it.
Immediately withdrawing so he doesn’t scratch or draw blood when Danta concedes. He’s easily readjusted, chin tilting up into the siren song that are Danta’s lips. And there’s some sense of equal reluctance from the butcher, pressing into the kiss and lingering, relaxing as he does snake a hand out of the trap the blonde has put him in to caress the side of his jaw if only to prolong it a few moments longer.
Parting is inevitable, though, and Astaroth trails his nose and lips against the sharp jut of his high cheekbones as he hums a wistful sound. “Is there something I can do for you in return?” He asks, in case there’s something he hasn’t thought about beyond the tea and general being a blanket and at his whim, that Danta might be craving.
At any rate, he does reluctantly withdraw enough to finish his cup of tea and make his way to the large mirror, settling into the seat in front of it.
Astaroth
come a little closer
