// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Goosebumps rise against the butcher’s skin when Danta’s fingers plunge into his dark hair, and after a moment of consideration he hauls up his glamour to see if Danta’s fingers can find those particular spaces his horns settle in that feels heavenly to be scratched (giving into his canine soul shift a little heavier these days). “Precisely, darling. No one is asking for an apology, either.” Comes the low accented hum of amusement, pressing another kiss to his cheek and down to his jaw.
“Oh, absolutely. I much prefer to be dry and warm these days.” He says with a laugh, shifting enough to squeeze Danta closer as he scoots back a little along the bed, before trying to extricate himself enough to slip his hands in between them to unbutton the shirt he wears, craving the warmth of his lover’s skin against his own. “Besides, we must ensure you did not catch a cold.” Teasing, the butcher can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.
“Oh, absolutely. I much prefer to be dry and warm these days.” He says with a laugh, shifting enough to squeeze Danta closer as he scoots back a little along the bed, before trying to extricate himself enough to slip his hands in between them to unbutton the shirt he wears, craving the warmth of his lover’s skin against his own. “Besides, we must ensure you did not catch a cold.” Teasing, the butcher can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
