run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
It’s adrenaline the butcher doesn’t feel, feeling instead an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Lips pressed against Danta’s in a devouring kiss that parts before either of them manages to lose their breath; instead allocating for a few seconds to speak, though it doesn’t seem like the butcher is paying that much attention. His kisses trail along a handsomely sharp cheekbone, drifting toward his ear and pulse as he smooths one hand along the outside of Danta’s thigh of the leg that’s hitched around him. “Good morning, love.”
His other hand flattens against the door before curving, threading fire sparking fingertips through blonde, sleep tousled curls. “Good.” Comes the accented drawl, the drift of his head toward his pulse to press a few lingering kisses there. “Now I can hold up my end of the bargain.” He purrs, tail flicking briefly before wrapping around the one leg of Danta’s that still touches the floor.
He imagines there’s zero complaints from the Maverick; and so he focuses on <>treating him well, as he’d said previously. Which leads him to suck a mark into his lover's skin, right below his jaw and ear, a very visible and possessive space.
His other hand flattens against the door before curving, threading fire sparking fingertips through blonde, sleep tousled curls. “Good.” Comes the accented drawl, the drift of his head toward his pulse to press a few lingering kisses there. “Now I can hold up my end of the bargain.” He purrs, tail flicking briefly before wrapping around the one leg of Danta’s that still touches the floor.
He imagines there’s zero complaints from the Maverick; and so he focuses on <>treating him well, as he’d said previously. Which leads him to suck a mark into his lover's skin, right below his jaw and ear, a very visible and possessive space.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
