// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Mm, I am looking forward to that.” He admits before the kiss - briefly recollecting the corset-like suit that Danta had worn for the midwinter ball, and the anticipation of being able to get him into it as well as get him out of it is pressed into the kiss, dancing alongside all of the love and adoration that Danta can’t voice. And luckily for him, he’s a wordsmith with the Maverick’s body language, indulging, hearing, and feeling everything that his lover wants to say but otherwise can’t.
Letting Danta snatch the second kiss, he shifts and leans forward, pressing into the kiss until he’s got the Maverick onto his back. Breaking the kiss to the point where he’s hovering over him, propped up on an elbow, his dark hair falling forward to brush gently across Danta’s skin like soft paintbrushes. “Good, as you should.” He touts with more pride, his freehand lifting to brush back wild strands of gold before he’s diving in to pave a path of his lips against the strong jut of his lover’s jaw and sharp cheekbone, until he reaches Danta’s jeweled ear. “I love you.” Comes the tender whisper, for Danta’s ears only, balanced amongst the crackling fire, the dull roar of waves, the twang of the guitar strings, and the butcher’s own gentle breaths.
Letting Danta snatch the second kiss, he shifts and leans forward, pressing into the kiss until he’s got the Maverick onto his back. Breaking the kiss to the point where he’s hovering over him, propped up on an elbow, his dark hair falling forward to brush gently across Danta’s skin like soft paintbrushes. “Good, as you should.” He touts with more pride, his freehand lifting to brush back wild strands of gold before he’s diving in to pave a path of his lips against the strong jut of his lover’s jaw and sharp cheekbone, until he reaches Danta’s jeweled ear. “I love you.” Comes the tender whisper, for Danta’s ears only, balanced amongst the crackling fire, the dull roar of waves, the twang of the guitar strings, and the butcher’s own gentle breaths.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
