// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Word of mouth, mm? Perhaps they need a demonstration.” He says so casually before he takes a sip of his drink, as if he’d mentioned nothing more than oh the weather’s nice today, or I can’t wait for Longheat. It doesn’t stop the mischief, though, very clearly in his shadowy actions, the main shadow warping to slap away Danta’s hand the second he tries to reach for the drink.
Snorting as he catches Danta’s playful outrage, the challenge that he raises a dark brow toward. He’s very nearly ready to let his shadows strike again, when his lover’s rumble escapes him and before he has a chance to respond to him, that jeweled hand lifts and warm fingers find his bearded chin to drag him in for a kiss. And he certainly isn’t going to complain, meeting him part of the way.
His tail winds around Danta’s leg and his arm tightens around his shoulders, indulging his lover with the kiss so that he might taste the hot toddy that remains, far less sweet in sugar but sweet nonetheless. His shadows warble again, this time the one that casts a shadow on Danta’s back flattens for an even pressure to keep him close, parting only when his lungs scream. He parts with an affectionate nuzzle of his nose along his cheek, panting lightly. “Well? How did it taste?” He asks playfully and breathily, teeth clicking toward Danta’s jeweled ear.
Snorting as he catches Danta’s playful outrage, the challenge that he raises a dark brow toward. He’s very nearly ready to let his shadows strike again, when his lover’s rumble escapes him and before he has a chance to respond to him, that jeweled hand lifts and warm fingers find his bearded chin to drag him in for a kiss. And he certainly isn’t going to complain, meeting him part of the way.
His tail winds around Danta’s leg and his arm tightens around his shoulders, indulging his lover with the kiss so that he might taste the hot toddy that remains, far less sweet in sugar but sweet nonetheless. His shadows warble again, this time the one that casts a shadow on Danta’s back flattens for an even pressure to keep him close, parting only when his lungs scream. He parts with an affectionate nuzzle of his nose along his cheek, panting lightly. “Well? How did it taste?” He asks playfully and breathily, teeth clicking toward Danta’s jeweled ear.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
