[SE] honey i'm taking no orders

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

If he’s being honest, it hasn’t been demanding with him so much as it was demanding with the kitchen crew. But they deserved every second of it with the way they seemed like headless chickens in the kitchen without some assertive tone. Himself, though, what was fair is fair, and he runs both of his hands up underneath his lover’s shirt to press warm hands smoothing up his sides from the sharp jut of his hip bones. “I have a suspicion that you simply enjoy seeing my hands dirty.” Comes the low purr in response to his apparent irresistibility.

He knows that his suggestion will have a reaction, but there’s something so genuine and intriguing in the way Danta drapes against him, as the scent of sage and strawberry jam, chocolate and blood overwhelm his senses. “I do not particularly care where it is so long as you do.” He responds in equal quiet, glancing toward the door as the sound of feet pass by, blissfully leaving the door alone but not without sending a shivery thrill down his spine.

“And there will be plenty of times in the future where it does not have to be in a store room. However, for today? Take it and run, love.” It’s a deep purr, a greedy roll of his hips to alleviate some of the pressure built from his arousal, slipping his warm hands up Danta’s sides and flattening his thumbs further inward to stroke along his chest.

Astaroth

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