// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
He might be unsure of what to expect, but it’s nothing but open arms and warmth and an outpouring of honesty that floods from the butcher’s lips to hear it so unhidden. It fills him with warmth somewhere deep in the crevices of his wicked heart, where he forgets time and time again that he can feel it. So he does twist them, ensuring that while Danta fills him with warmth and love verbally, that he can offer it physically in turn – knowing how much the butcher doesn’t exactly indulge. And it’s been a while anyway.
So, the low rumble of a laugh escapes him to hear the tease, hips jut ever so slightly as his belt is unbuckled, watching him for a few moments as he slips the belt out of its loops and intervenes only to help speed up the process before he can focus fully on Danta’s own remaining clothes – however damp they still might be. "We cannot have that, can we?" Only once the both of them are shed of their clothes, the butcher leans down, back curving to press warm kisses to the insides of his thighs, his palms hot where they rub against the sides of the Maverick’s thighs, pressing up and up as he follows the movement with his lips, alternating between each leg.
So, the low rumble of a laugh escapes him to hear the tease, hips jut ever so slightly as his belt is unbuckled, watching him for a few moments as he slips the belt out of its loops and intervenes only to help speed up the process before he can focus fully on Danta’s own remaining clothes – however damp they still might be. "We cannot have that, can we?" Only once the both of them are shed of their clothes, the butcher leans down, back curving to press warm kisses to the insides of his thighs, his palms hot where they rub against the sides of the Maverick’s thighs, pressing up and up as he follows the movement with his lips, alternating between each leg.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
