burned me up and down

// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //

Her hand trails along his chest, none too gentle, though the butcher can hardly feel it aside from the pressure with the rough scar tissue that sits there. His fingers work quickly to get the waistcoat off, baring the rest of his skin as she makes her decision. His tail curls in quiet delight as she steps away, hearing Danta’s agreement, and he watches with dark appreciative eyes as she makes her way over to the chaise.

Her absence leaves Danta against him, the warmth blooming between them as he noses in for a kiss as the fresh scent of iron blooms between them, his lips painted further in red, the tang burning and coiling deep in his chest. “When have I ever disappointed?” He purrs against Danta’s mouth, letting him pull away so he can slip out of the rest of his attire — save for the crow charm on his wrist.

He prowls after them, reaching the other side of Flora where his warm hands caress her calves to her thighs, a gentle and reverent motion, dark appreciative eyes soaking her in as he bends to hover over her and indulge her in a full and deep metallic kiss, pulling away a touch too soon to rise up and cup Danta’s cheek before he’s settling between Flora’s legs, his dark gaze finding her face, heavy with want and hunger. “Is this what you imagined?” He purrs to her, sharp teeth tinged a touch red in the smile he flashes toward her.

Astaroth

// and i'll paint it red //