// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
“Not with him.” The butcher clarifies, already feeling the shit eating grin and humming a low huff of a laugh — because thankfully Frey’s demigod was far away from here (he hopes), and most importantly not currently in their room. Still, as he lavishes his attention on Danta, he makes the mental notes of dreaming up a comfortable cabin to keep them warm should it require it when the time comes, before it’s quickly drowned out by the possessive demands of his kiss and his hands.
Letting Danta draw back, the butcher’s gaze scans his face affectionately, his hands rising up against his sides before dropping to curve around his thighs. “Somehow I imagine you will not complain.” He tilts his head in a playful challenge, pressing back against the headboard to arch his back a little to press his scarred chest into Danta’s hands harder.
Letting Danta draw back, the butcher’s gaze scans his face affectionately, his hands rising up against his sides before dropping to curve around his thighs. “Somehow I imagine you will not complain.” He tilts his head in a playful challenge, pressing back against the headboard to arch his back a little to press his scarred chest into Danta’s hands harder.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
