// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
There’s certainly no disagreements tonight, between the view and quick work Danta provides, the click of Flora’s heel as she settles her weight into him and her leg over the Maverick’s shoulder. His arms become a cage of sorts, ensuring she stays upright and pressed against his chest. Her lips and teeth find his pulse and his horned head tilts just enough to give her plenty of expanse, an opportunity to leave marks if she so chose to.
As for her words, broken up as they are, a low hum escapes him as he thinks quickly about her offer. He doesn’t want to hurt her, though he knows if his teeth get anywhere near her the risk is ran. He’d already planned on the bite onto Danta, given Flora’s distaste of it the last time they’d done this, so it’s with a brief, iron and pineapple sweet sigh that the butcher inclines his head into Flora’s temple and wild golden curls. “I do not wish to hurt you, darling.” He hums softly, fingertips swirling and teasing at her chest as he focuses the timing to attempt to mirror Danta’s movements.
Curiosity does get the better of him, though, in just how she could manage that. “Out of pure curiosity, however, how might you manage that?” He isn’t really considering it, content with focusing his attention on her rather than himself, keeping her against him as he lets his accented voice vibrating against her.
As for her words, broken up as they are, a low hum escapes him as he thinks quickly about her offer. He doesn’t want to hurt her, though he knows if his teeth get anywhere near her the risk is ran. He’d already planned on the bite onto Danta, given Flora’s distaste of it the last time they’d done this, so it’s with a brief, iron and pineapple sweet sigh that the butcher inclines his head into Flora’s temple and wild golden curls. “I do not wish to hurt you, darling.” He hums softly, fingertips swirling and teasing at her chest as he focuses the timing to attempt to mirror Danta’s movements.
Curiosity does get the better of him, though, in just how she could manage that. “Out of pure curiosity, however, how might you manage that?” He isn’t really considering it, content with focusing his attention on her rather than himself, keeping her against him as he lets his accented voice vibrating against her.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
