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
“When you are good at something, darling, why ever would you stop?” He asks briefly, before shifting his position with the request from his lover. He very nearly murmurs a no blizzard into the kiss, but he imagines the warm tingle of the sun likely proves it better than he could. So, as the butcher withdraws, swarmed by the heat and the scent of sage and honeysuckle and humidity, it’s with a vibrant smile tugging the corners of his lips.
He clings to the soft and genuine surprise blooming in the Maverick’s beautifully blue gaze, moving to give him room to run his hand along the blades poking up from the side as he shifts to flatten out on the bed, head hung over the side as his antlers push away the blades of grass for him to have a rather upside down view of the mountains.
“A bit of both.” He confirms, before rolling over and flattening onto his stomach, reaching down to pluck a vibrant purple flower from the grasses the bed has settled into. Turning to give it to Danta, it’s with an almost boyish glimpse in his gaze. “I ventured quite far when I scouted. The mountain range, the hills, and the lake I have seen. Yet the warmth, flowers, and everything else are simply conjured.” He pauses briefly, cocking his antlered head as he regards Danta, shifting so the long length of his body faces his lover. “Do you like it?”
He clings to the soft and genuine surprise blooming in the Maverick’s beautifully blue gaze, moving to give him room to run his hand along the blades poking up from the side as he shifts to flatten out on the bed, head hung over the side as his antlers push away the blades of grass for him to have a rather upside down view of the mountains.
“A bit of both.” He confirms, before rolling over and flattening onto his stomach, reaching down to pluck a vibrant purple flower from the grasses the bed has settled into. Turning to give it to Danta, it’s with an almost boyish glimpse in his gaze. “I ventured quite far when I scouted. The mountain range, the hills, and the lake I have seen. Yet the warmth, flowers, and everything else are simply conjured.” He pauses briefly, cocking his antlered head as he regards Danta, shifting so the long length of his body faces his lover. “Do you like it?”
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
