reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“Just fine, darling.” He confirms to his lover as he calms from the immediate surprise of the sour tasting daiquiri and the fact he’s thought Danta might have actually lost his mind and doused himself in liquor. At least the only true thing is that he disliked the daiquiri, and to the follow up response, the butcher caps the flask and sets it down with a roll of his eyes.
His head tilts back to his lover with his tongue still prodding out at the space he’d accidentally bit down on, before his lips quirk into a too sharp smile. “I would like that very much.” He purrs, ensuring the pina colada is set down in a secure space before he’s crowding Danta’s own, pressing into him to demand a kiss for the injury he’d sustained, all dramatics and still slightly damp skin.
His head tilts back to his lover with his tongue still prodding out at the space he’d accidentally bit down on, before his lips quirk into a too sharp smile. “I would like that very much.” He purrs, ensuring the pina colada is set down in a secure space before he’s crowding Danta’s own, pressing into him to demand a kiss for the injury he’d sustained, all dramatics and still slightly damp skin.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
