run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He knew the answer before it had passed his lips, that it wouldn’t be wise to leave and yet all he wants is to not be stuck in an uncomfortable bed, leeching the heat and comfort of the Maverick against him and from the relatively sad looking fireplace. But the kiss after prolongs out any further thoughts, the butcher’s eyes slipping shut as he presses back into it, tail tightening and his good arm lifting to press more possessively against the base of his lover’s spine.
When the kiss ends, he’s also breathless, panting warm and soft breaths into the space between them. The option is laid out, the reasoning charming in such a way that he truly doesn’t expect it, and it has the ghost of a smile flickering on his face as he leans in and presses his forehead against Danta’s. “Will you be able to walk?” He asks in a whisper, a hesitation that has his fingers twitching against warm scarred skin. “I cannot carry you again.” It’s somehow quieter of a whisper, an admission he very clearly doesn’t want to say, but he knows it’s important.
Communication, y’know?
When the kiss ends, he’s also breathless, panting warm and soft breaths into the space between them. The option is laid out, the reasoning charming in such a way that he truly doesn’t expect it, and it has the ghost of a smile flickering on his face as he leans in and presses his forehead against Danta’s. “Will you be able to walk?” He asks in a whisper, a hesitation that has his fingers twitching against warm scarred skin. “I cannot carry you again.” It’s somehow quieter of a whisper, an admission he very clearly doesn’t want to say, but he knows it’s important.
Communication, y’know?
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
