// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He’s glad that Danta doesn’t take it for granted, and he indulges in the warmth that spiders out against his neck with another hot punctuating kiss. It’s a perfect combination to guide him into working himself up; not that he hasn’t already, given that Danta had held the reins of that since the chocolatey blood kiss.
He feels the cold seep in from the departure of the Maverick, but it’s only momentary. His hand slows in the process, not wanting to be too much like a livewire until he’s back. The scent of coconut fills the air and the hand braced against the door spreads a touch more before he’s finding himself suddenly overwhelmed. The warm kiss to his shoulder and his scarred back blanketed again, his hand covered by one with glittering rings, and suddenly the warmth and distraction felt as Danta presses in, the butchers hand remaining that slow languid place if only to relish in the moment as another quiet curse escapes him.
His heartbeat begins to roar and he shivers delightfully, humming a deep and satisfied “good, darling.” He continues to work himself up as well, now with less of the distraction previously, only focusing on keeping his voice down as he continues to hear the business of the kitchens. He consciously remains doing exactly what was asked of him, though, not wanting to take any of it away from Danta’s control.
He feels the cold seep in from the departure of the Maverick, but it’s only momentary. His hand slows in the process, not wanting to be too much like a livewire until he’s back. The scent of coconut fills the air and the hand braced against the door spreads a touch more before he’s finding himself suddenly overwhelmed. The warm kiss to his shoulder and his scarred back blanketed again, his hand covered by one with glittering rings, and suddenly the warmth and distraction felt as Danta presses in, the butchers hand remaining that slow languid place if only to relish in the moment as another quiet curse escapes him.
His heartbeat begins to roar and he shivers delightfully, humming a deep and satisfied “good, darling.” He continues to work himself up as well, now with less of the distraction previously, only focusing on keeping his voice down as he continues to hear the business of the kitchens. He consciously remains doing exactly what was asked of him, though, not wanting to take any of it away from Danta’s control.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
