reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Practically purring to hear the growl slip past Danta’s lips, it’s with a wicked grin pressed against his neck that he watches as the Maverick’s hand makes that flinching approach toward the open cavity of Morgen’s chest. The heart is retrieved and quickly bitten into, the butcher refraining from withdrawing and simply letting the blood spray onto his face from where Danta’s bite has it soaking the both of them.
“Take as much as you like.” Another kiss is pressed to his lover’s neck while he purrs his invitation, withdrawing enough to let him keep the heart as he withdraws the wrangler’s liver, inspecting it for a brief moment before he indulges as well, letting the blood coat his chin and front and over Danta’s shoulder as well.
“Take as much as you like.” Another kiss is pressed to his lover’s neck while he purrs his invitation, withdrawing enough to let him keep the heart as he withdraws the wrangler’s liver, inspecting it for a brief moment before he indulges as well, letting the blood coat his chin and front and over Danta’s shoulder as well.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
