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
“Not at all.” The butcher agrees with a soft laugh, glad to see and hear him grin about it. It alleviates a darker hold on the inner black abyss of his heart, relaxing him as he fills it in turn with the warmth of this newfound memory and the sweetness of wine that wasn’t even a thought when the scene before them was true to life.
So he nestles in, a warm cocoon to watch the sun and the way the gold plays against the scarred skin of the Maverick, to revere him in the light as something even more holy than he had been in the confines of his snowblock home. “Ack, and run the risk of seeing the water boy?” The butcher hums, feigning his dramatics so terribly that the laugh bubbles from his throat shortly after, giving him away.
Shifting slightly as Danta tips his head back, he closes his eyes briefly to feel the press of his lips against his jaw. “Of course, darling.” He lies, but it’s the only lie he’ll ever tell his theocrat again. Danta deserved his sleep, had certainly earned it if the delicious soreness of his body was any indicator. And now it’s his turn to return the favor of one of the best nights of sleep he could get.
Of course, it doesn’t stop the butcher’s mind from wandering, his eyes opening to tuck himself into the crook of Danta’s neck as he peers back out at the view. “I knew it looked different since we woke, but I did not realize it was this different.” He murmurs into Danta’s throat.
So he nestles in, a warm cocoon to watch the sun and the way the gold plays against the scarred skin of the Maverick, to revere him in the light as something even more holy than he had been in the confines of his snowblock home. “Ack, and run the risk of seeing the water boy?” The butcher hums, feigning his dramatics so terribly that the laugh bubbles from his throat shortly after, giving him away.
Shifting slightly as Danta tips his head back, he closes his eyes briefly to feel the press of his lips against his jaw. “Of course, darling.” He lies, but it’s the only lie he’ll ever tell his theocrat again. Danta deserved his sleep, had certainly earned it if the delicious soreness of his body was any indicator. And now it’s his turn to return the favor of one of the best nights of sleep he could get.
Of course, it doesn’t stop the butcher’s mind from wandering, his eyes opening to tuck himself into the crook of Danta’s neck as he peers back out at the view. “I knew it looked different since we woke, but I did not realize it was this different.” He murmurs into Danta’s throat.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
