[SE] honey i'm taking no orders

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

“Ah, is that it?” He drawls, amusement coating his words like a worn jacket. But as Danta inhales that soft breath and Astaroth clings to it while the shiver races down his spine, tail flicking against a crate with a quiet thump, he makes his point known. A point in which he has been listening. And that he also is allowing himself, despite how much he says he trusts him, to prove it by handing over the control.

A huge step for the control freak he is.

His hands slide up again to hold him close as Danta’s arms slip around his neck, his shark toothed smile blooming a touch more genuine and excited at the prospect. Danta hasn’t denied him yet, and for that he runs with it. Offering up whatever encouragement he can and thriving with the rush that paints his cheeks and his emotions when his lover leans in, only for it to not be a kiss he’s sure is incoming, but a demand. His tail curls in delight and he slowly withdraws his hands, obliging him without a fight for the moment, twisting to face the door and brace against it with his arms, tail sweeping out behind him.

The sounds of the kitchen are louder here, not that he minds. His hands splay against the wood comfortably and it’s with eager anticipation that he waits for his lover to make the first move. “Have me.” The butcher purrs over his shoulder.

Astaroth

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