meet me in the middle

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

"Isn't it always?" Danta chuckles his agreement, and from this vantage point, yes, Flora will be able to see just how isn't it can get, not that the Maverick is ever going to complain about it. Having sat back on his knees to test the resistance of her new favourite toy (she doesn't know it yet, of course, but the Maverick has a feeling), he doesn't expect to find her quite as mouthwatering as he does, seeing her golden skin criss-crossed in black buckles.

For a moment he has to resist the urge to simply slide her leg over his shoulder, bury his head between her thighs and call it a day, and as Flora's bra hits the floor somewhere beside them, Danta is glad he does. Peering up at her bare breasts is a delight as it turns out, a catlike smile playing across his lips as he considers the truth of her words. "And ruin this amazing view?" he purrs in protest, leaving one final kiss against her hip - and nipping at one of the straps of the harness as if to test its integrity - before he does rise to his feet.

The leather does absolutely nothing to hide his arousal, Danta wincing ever so slightly as straightening up makes things a deal more uncomfortable. "I wouldn't mind that help, if you're still happy to offer it."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //