burned me up and down

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

Listening to the party rage outside and finding himself quite content to be pinned here beneath Flora and Danta, the butcher sets the bottle down within easy reach of anyone who wants to take a sip. Listening and feeling the gentle vibration of Flora’s voice, the butcher’s head angles enough to press warmly against the side of her head, his dark gaze catching Danta’s own in confirmation. “Danta is right, darling.” Comes the soft hum. “We would be happy to join you tonight after you keep up your appearances.” The smoky stubble of his jaw brushes against the smooth skin of Flora’s cheek as he shifts just enough so that his tail can ground itself against Danta’s leg.

The low chuckle that leaves him to hear the Maverick’s answer is a warm one, one that has his arm tightening against Flora’s collarbones briefly in a soft shift of a hug. “How are you feeling?” He directs his question to her, given that he’d not been fully aware of everything in the throws of their pleasure, but ensuring he checks all the same. His gaze flits over Danta in turn, knowing that if he wasn’t alright he would say as much, but something tells him he enjoyed this adventure very much. He’ll have to show him how much he appreciated Danta keeping him in check later.

But for now he’s very contently trapped against the chaise, pinned beneath two stunning blondes.

Astaroth

// and i'll paint it red //