so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
So slowly coming to the realization of his existence, the butcher curls in and around Danta as much as he can feasibly manage with one arm out of commission. The good evening is heard, quietly and muffled, but the hands on his face to remove the muzzle have already begun to slip it away from his face, leaving behind reddened lines where it had been pressed into his face while he’d slept.
All he can offer in his sleepy state is a low hum – collecting the meaning as being he can sit here with his face pressed in against Danta’s stomach for as long as he likes. At least, that would be the idea, twisted toward his lover as his fingers brush along his cheek and beard, it’s when those fingers focus on scratching against the sensitive spaces where his horns typically resided that the butcher’s first actual sound is a muffled moan he’s incapable of stopping as it punches its way past his lips. He curls into him a bit more, nodding in a way that allows the movement to have Danta’s hands focusing on more portions of his scalp.
“So far, yes.” He manages in that sleepy tone, eyes still shut, wholly indulging in the affection shared as his good arm slips around behind Danta’s lower back, tucking him in against him a bit more when he finally starts to open his eyes.
All he can offer in his sleepy state is a low hum – collecting the meaning as being he can sit here with his face pressed in against Danta’s stomach for as long as he likes. At least, that would be the idea, twisted toward his lover as his fingers brush along his cheek and beard, it’s when those fingers focus on scratching against the sensitive spaces where his horns typically resided that the butcher’s first actual sound is a muffled moan he’s incapable of stopping as it punches its way past his lips. He curls into him a bit more, nodding in a way that allows the movement to have Danta’s hands focusing on more portions of his scalp.
“So far, yes.” He manages in that sleepy tone, eyes still shut, wholly indulging in the affection shared as his good arm slips around behind Danta’s lower back, tucking him in against him a bit more when he finally starts to open his eyes.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
