// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He can’t help but to agree – recalling Danta’s state at the end of the night. Not that the butcher was much better. The hangover had been a nightmare from all the chocolate martinis, but at least it was in the past now. And he has this to look forward to – and he does, even if the last time had been horribly painful. They know the limits this time and his injured arm would probably appreciate the softer attention.
Easily adjusting himself to make it easier for Danta to remove his belt, the butcher finally gets comfortable before he finds himself leaning forward in the makeshift bed to inspect the oils Danta flourishes for him to see. His gaze flits to Danta’s face, charmed and open and bright even as he says they can sleep up there – wary of the idea, until he catches the glint of the muzzle in the corner of his eyes and he softens immediately.
He'd really gone through all of the steps to ensure this would be a great birthday gift – and it was so incredibly appreciated. “You truly did think of everything, didn’t you?” Comes the soft purr, sitting straight and tucking his long legs in as he regards his lover with a quiet excitement. “Well, what is required of me to get started, then?” Horns here or gone, hair sprawled out where the ends feather against his spine. At least his shirt is already shed, leaving him in all his scarred glory to regard the Maverick excitedly.
Easily adjusting himself to make it easier for Danta to remove his belt, the butcher finally gets comfortable before he finds himself leaning forward in the makeshift bed to inspect the oils Danta flourishes for him to see. His gaze flits to Danta’s face, charmed and open and bright even as he says they can sleep up there – wary of the idea, until he catches the glint of the muzzle in the corner of his eyes and he softens immediately.
He'd really gone through all of the steps to ensure this would be a great birthday gift – and it was so incredibly appreciated. “You truly did think of everything, didn’t you?” Comes the soft purr, sitting straight and tucking his long legs in as he regards his lover with a quiet excitement. “Well, what is required of me to get started, then?” Horns here or gone, hair sprawled out where the ends feather against his spine. At least his shirt is already shed, leaving him in all his scarred glory to regard the Maverick excitedly.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
