// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The whisper in return sparks a soft snort to leave the butcher, amusement flaring if only because this is a situation Danta has caused him (he doesn’t think about it in the reverse, obviously, and how the butcher effects the Maverick, and yet), they press against one another to hide the very clear intentions the both of them have. “The corridor is not wholly the kitchen, is it? I would like to ensure it suffices, is all.” He fires back in his own low whisper, though he smirks in spite of the comment.
At the follow-up, though, he twists a fraction while Danta looks over his shoulder to lean in and press his lips to the sticky mess left still on his lover’s cheekbone, hot and warm. “They will if you tell them do, darling. You are the owner and their Theocrat.” Comes the quiet purr, imagining they would have to wait until they got to wherever Danta has decided for them to go before the butcher has a chance to truly tell him his plans.
Not that he minds, of course. The idea of it is quite appealing regardless, evident in the pressure pushing into the Maverick's hips from how close they've slotted together.
At the follow-up, though, he twists a fraction while Danta looks over his shoulder to lean in and press his lips to the sticky mess left still on his lover’s cheekbone, hot and warm. “They will if you tell them do, darling. You are the owner and their Theocrat.” Comes the quiet purr, imagining they would have to wait until they got to wherever Danta has decided for them to go before the butcher has a chance to truly tell him his plans.
Not that he minds, of course. The idea of it is quite appealing regardless, evident in the pressure pushing into the Maverick's hips from how close they've slotted together.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
