[SE] honey i'm taking no orders

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

“How could I?” He asks with a playfully sharp smirk of his own, grateful for the help from the Maverick to tighten the lids of the jars. And before too long, the counter is clean and he’s leaning against it, giving Danta the comfort of looking down at him as he smirks back up at him, pressing his warm hand against the small of his back even more, starbursting his fingertips out in slow movements.

He tilts into the reverent touches easily, eyes closing for a moment before they open and he blinks back up at him with a hint of mischief amongst the dark honey of his gaze. “I want you too, darling.” He assures him, lips twisting into a genuine smile before he straightens up and his other hand reaches up to thread through blonde locks to pull him in again for a chocolate iron kiss. One that promises all kinds of wickedness and concessions as he pulls away. “And perhaps, given everything, I am feeling.. mm, generous.” He tilts his head despite how his smile remains sharp and playful. “Could we perhaps dismiss them when the cookies are done?” He asks in a low whisper, a dramatic whine weaved in as the spade end to his tail flicks back and forth like a dog's.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //