now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“Perhaps I shall keep my door unlocked, so you go through all of the work for it to already be readily open?” He teases, the low hum of his accent draping over his words playfully. A soft chuckle escapes him even as he leans into the warm hands at his neck and shoulders, letting his grin broaden as he listens to the brief bark of playful outrage from his lover, letting his chuckle continue.
Perhaps he should also apologize to them for having put Danta through such a terrible mood.
For the moment, he lifts himself enough to peer over at the windows and the dark of the storm outside in between flashes of lightning and thunderclaps. Turning his attention back to his lover with his comment, it’s with that same amused and cocky smile on his face that he hears his lover’s purr and is surprised when he’s yanked back down for a kiss – though not at all upset by it.
He presses into the kiss with a touch of neediness, after how long it’s been since he’d been able to indulge in Danta stress free. So indulge, he does. His tail winds around Danta’s leg and his arms shift, hands gliding up his lover’s chest to cup his cheeks as he presses more of his weight down against him like the perfect bony weighted blanket he is, succumbing to losing his breath with the press of their lips.
Parting when he needs to breathe and surely sees stars, the butcher's head tilts to press his warm kisses to the edge of his lips before guiding up to his cheek, panting lightly by his ear as he presses another kiss there, too.
Perhaps he should also apologize to them for having put Danta through such a terrible mood.
For the moment, he lifts himself enough to peer over at the windows and the dark of the storm outside in between flashes of lightning and thunderclaps. Turning his attention back to his lover with his comment, it’s with that same amused and cocky smile on his face that he hears his lover’s purr and is surprised when he’s yanked back down for a kiss – though not at all upset by it.
He presses into the kiss with a touch of neediness, after how long it’s been since he’d been able to indulge in Danta stress free. So indulge, he does. His tail winds around Danta’s leg and his arms shift, hands gliding up his lover’s chest to cup his cheeks as he presses more of his weight down against him like the perfect bony weighted blanket he is, succumbing to losing his breath with the press of their lips.
Parting when he needs to breathe and surely sees stars, the butcher's head tilts to press his warm kisses to the edge of his lips before guiding up to his cheek, panting lightly by his ear as he presses another kiss there, too.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
