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
It isn’t his approval that matters, but it is Danta’s that does. Still, he offers it all the same as he nuzzles in and offers a softer smile before his big impulsive plan takes place. Drawing Danta back against him and spreading warmth in his shoulders, he slowly starts to work at the tension still lingering there, soft and gentle at first. He doesn’t need to answer the question seeing as the actions speak for themselves — especially as he notes the way Danta’s head starts to hang.
Working at some smaller knots, the butcher injects some fire into his palms, occasionally pausing to press a kiss to the back of Danta’s crown or neck. “Yes, you have.” He agrees before continuing a little softer, a little more adamant because of it, injected with love and a protective possessiveness that always seemed to come out of him as of late in regards to the Maverick.
“But you do not have to anymore.” So help him if anyone tried to put Danta back in a box, he’d tear them apart with his teeth.
He continues the massage, drifting toward the tighter knots, working at them gently and slowly, before he noses his way in against Danta’s jeweled ear. “I don’t suppose you brought the wine along with?” He hums a touch playfully, not wanting to linger along the sorrows when they’re rewriting them.
Working at some smaller knots, the butcher injects some fire into his palms, occasionally pausing to press a kiss to the back of Danta’s crown or neck. “Yes, you have.” He agrees before continuing a little softer, a little more adamant because of it, injected with love and a protective possessiveness that always seemed to come out of him as of late in regards to the Maverick.
“But you do not have to anymore.” So help him if anyone tried to put Danta back in a box, he’d tear them apart with his teeth.
He continues the massage, drifting toward the tighter knots, working at them gently and slowly, before he noses his way in against Danta’s jeweled ear. “I don’t suppose you brought the wine along with?” He hums a touch playfully, not wanting to linger along the sorrows when they’re rewriting them.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
