// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Gods I would rather not when there’s snow and ice involved.” The last thing he wants is to turn to stone in such a compromising position. But, there’s agreement and the beautiful sensation of his lovers hand in his dark hair, around the tines of his horns as he nearly purrs to hear the rupture of the Maverick’s Theocrat voice come out.
Appreciative as always for it, he smirks when he’s now in focus, demanded to take him out of the kitchen which only, honestly, aligns so perfectly with his plans already that he easily hoists the Maverick up and against him, uncaring what anyone sees. (It is a brothel, after all. And takes him to the door in question.
The alcove, which honestly appears more like a relatively large store room is the space he dips into, kicking his foot back to close the door behind them before he releases Danta back onto his feet, flaring the oil lamp in the corner with a flick of his wrist. He already invades the Maverick’s space like a living shadow, voice low because they can still hear the bustle of the kitchen through the door. “So. I am generous today, darling. And you have been quite demanding.” A soft snort leaves him with it but he isn’t deterred. “Would you like to fuck me instead?” It’s not a bargain, but the way the butcher tilts his head is the very same motions he harbored when making deals.
Appreciative as always for it, he smirks when he’s now in focus, demanded to take him out of the kitchen which only, honestly, aligns so perfectly with his plans already that he easily hoists the Maverick up and against him, uncaring what anyone sees. (It is a brothel, after all. And takes him to the door in question.
The alcove, which honestly appears more like a relatively large store room is the space he dips into, kicking his foot back to close the door behind them before he releases Danta back onto his feet, flaring the oil lamp in the corner with a flick of his wrist. He already invades the Maverick’s space like a living shadow, voice low because they can still hear the bustle of the kitchen through the door. “So. I am generous today, darling. And you have been quite demanding.” A soft snort leaves him with it but he isn’t deterred. “Would you like to fuck me instead?” It’s not a bargain, but the way the butcher tilts his head is the very same motions he harbored when making deals.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
