// day breaks sorrow //
“For soap?” The butcher asks with a huff of a laugh as Danta begins to shift in his touch, twisting to face him as he slouches, his usually perfect posture nowhere to be found as his eyes close under the careful touch of Danta’s soapy washcloth. It takes some time to unearth his skin from under it, but eventually he’s there — clean and perfectly normal, all things considered.
A low hum is pressed into the chaste but necessary kiss, withdrawing with a soft brush of his nose against his lovers and a “thank you, darling” that leaves his lips softly, breaking the little cage he’s made around Danta so that he can follow Flora’s call.
He’s only a few minutes after Danta enters Flora’s bedroom, face soft and smelling of citrus from whatever moisturizer he’d found downstairs, and he pads into the room to figure out just which portion of her bed is the one he’ll be occupying for the night. “We had a lesson about boundaries.” He says as he steps in, presuming that Danta had informed her that he was banned from the room until Flora could give her permission.
“Mmm, well, where would you like us?” He asks, hovering at the foot of her bed to allow her to direct him however she wanted him for the night.
A low hum is pressed into the chaste but necessary kiss, withdrawing with a soft brush of his nose against his lovers and a “thank you, darling” that leaves his lips softly, breaking the little cage he’s made around Danta so that he can follow Flora’s call.
He’s only a few minutes after Danta enters Flora’s bedroom, face soft and smelling of citrus from whatever moisturizer he’d found downstairs, and he pads into the room to figure out just which portion of her bed is the one he’ll be occupying for the night. “We had a lesson about boundaries.” He says as he steps in, presuming that Danta had informed her that he was banned from the room until Flora could give her permission.
“Mmm, well, where would you like us?” He asks, hovering at the foot of her bed to allow her to direct him however she wanted him for the night.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
