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
He sees the puzzled look on Danta’s face, and no he doesn’t elaborate. He knows Danta will figure it out quickly, and much to his confidence – he does. “Correct.” He hums haughtily, smiling into the kiss. They’re perhaps lucky, or mournful, that with the tinge of blood still on his tongue that Danta’s wickedness doesn’t spark anything else to occur – and left satisfied and panting, the butcher shifts a little to place the muzzle up against his mouth to cover his jaw, precisely where it sits comfortably so that Danta can get the muzzle into place.
“I think it’ll last perfectly, darling.” He hums now that he melts into the bed and the pillows, feeling every ounce of his exhaustion return to him in full force. It takes hardly any time between when Danta fastens the muzzle into place and winds around him, that the butcher isn’t already sacked out, his good arm tucked into Danta’s that wind around his middle, to thankfully have a very uneventful sleep.
- FIN
“I think it’ll last perfectly, darling.” He hums now that he melts into the bed and the pillows, feeling every ounce of his exhaustion return to him in full force. It takes hardly any time between when Danta fastens the muzzle into place and winds around him, that the butcher isn’t already sacked out, his good arm tucked into Danta’s that wind around his middle, to thankfully have a very uneventful sleep.
- FIN
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
