we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Snorting, the butcher shrugs a shoulder before he takes a sip and tries not to completely melt into Danta’s warm embrace. “I lived here long enough that I think given the opportunity, might as well make it comfortable.” He touts, swapping the hand holding the glass to drape it over Danta’s shoulders.
Dark eyes watch his lover as he lists out the options of what they could do, but given that it’s Danta’s birthday, he’s more than happy to let him make the decisions. If he wanted to sleep all night and day and never leave their comfortable bed, well, he wouldn’t complain. But there is something he has to do first.
So he leans in to press a kiss to Danta’s cheek then his lips, before he flashes a grin full of mischief. “Well.. Seeing as it is your birthday, I do have something else you may be interested in?” Tugging Danta with him so he doesn’t have to pry himself away, his tail snakes out toward one of the bags they’d brought, dragging it toward the bed where Danta would be able to open it if he wanted to.
“Happy birthday, darling. And thank you for putting up with me the last few weeks.” Inside, and perfectly wrapped as always, are a variety of boxes. The first four are varying tins of tea from the Greatwood, some uniquely flavored with spice and others more floral. Then, beneath them, sit two larger boxes. Within these, the first is a blood red turtleneck sleeveless shirt — thin and with a cut out at the chest in the shape of a starburst pattern. The second, mimicking the first in style, is dark with rectangles oddly cut through the fabric as if it were glitched out.
Dark eyes watch his lover as he lists out the options of what they could do, but given that it’s Danta’s birthday, he’s more than happy to let him make the decisions. If he wanted to sleep all night and day and never leave their comfortable bed, well, he wouldn’t complain. But there is something he has to do first.
So he leans in to press a kiss to Danta’s cheek then his lips, before he flashes a grin full of mischief. “Well.. Seeing as it is your birthday, I do have something else you may be interested in?” Tugging Danta with him so he doesn’t have to pry himself away, his tail snakes out toward one of the bags they’d brought, dragging it toward the bed where Danta would be able to open it if he wanted to.
“Happy birthday, darling. And thank you for putting up with me the last few weeks.” Inside, and perfectly wrapped as always, are a variety of boxes. The first four are varying tins of tea from the Greatwood, some uniquely flavored with spice and others more floral. Then, beneath them, sit two larger boxes. Within these, the first is a blood red turtleneck sleeveless shirt — thin and with a cut out at the chest in the shape of a starburst pattern. The second, mimicking the first in style, is dark with rectangles oddly cut through the fabric as if it were glitched out.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
