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
Once upon a time, it might have been a transaction of sorts. But here and now? They cling to one another in such a gentleness that at least the butcher had assumed he’d never quite be capable of. And with Danta’s help over the weeks and months leading up to it, he’s created a monster of a different kind – one who no longer realizes he needs or deserves to be as touch starved as he’s been over the last forever.
Arms wind around him and keep him pressed into Danta’s chest, not that he plans on going anywhere of course. The answer of soup on the fire and the variety of other things to snack on has him so focused he only registers they’re shifting on the couch when they’re already halfway there – shifting to become that blanket for his lover, the hand at his back pressing in to help that arch of his back as he listens to the variety of cracks and pops that occur.
“Ah, you didn’t?” The butcher says, the smile evident in where he presses into Danta’s torso. “I would apologize, but I truly am unsure what you expected when you realized I had been unfortunately quite awake for the last three days.” There’s that teasing, taunting tone characteristic of the butcher as he nuzzles in a bit more, tilting his head up to press a kiss to his lover’s chin and jaw. “Do you still have feeling in them?” He asks curiously, lips curving into a small smile as that red line still remains on his face from where the muzzle had pressed in.
Arms wind around him and keep him pressed into Danta’s chest, not that he plans on going anywhere of course. The answer of soup on the fire and the variety of other things to snack on has him so focused he only registers they’re shifting on the couch when they’re already halfway there – shifting to become that blanket for his lover, the hand at his back pressing in to help that arch of his back as he listens to the variety of cracks and pops that occur.
“Ah, you didn’t?” The butcher says, the smile evident in where he presses into Danta’s torso. “I would apologize, but I truly am unsure what you expected when you realized I had been unfortunately quite awake for the last three days.” There’s that teasing, taunting tone characteristic of the butcher as he nuzzles in a bit more, tilting his head up to press a kiss to his lover’s chin and jaw. “Do you still have feeling in them?” He asks curiously, lips curving into a small smile as that red line still remains on his face from where the muzzle had pressed in.
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
