// day breaks sorrow //
He does realize that it’s likely very difficult for Danta to be as calm and collected as he has been – but that’s why there’s a gift waiting for all of the ways his lover will put up with him for the night. His dark gaze scans the freshly showered skin of the Maverick, the damp but drying waves of golden hair as he hoists the corset and explains.
It’s all the acceptance he needs, stepping forward to get closer to him so that he might be able to slip the corset over his skin, he pauses at the last second to lean in and steal a kiss, withdrawing with a bright chuckle. “It is incredibly frowned upon, love.” He informs him, his brows bouncing in a playful manner. “It is important to keep how well endowed you are a secret, rather than show the entirety of society.” He tacks on with a wink, before he’s helping Danta’s arms and head slip through the corset, sliding the soft fabric down to rest at his chest, the cuts of the corset matching the sharp jut of his hips perfectly. His hand is warm where he presses it against Danta’s chest and slides to his back, reaching for the silk laces to start situating them evenly.
"Will you hold this here?" He asks, his voice a soft hum at his lover's jeweled ear. The hand at his chest keeping it in the correct spot wiggles a bit to help him understand just what he's asking him to hold.
It’s all the acceptance he needs, stepping forward to get closer to him so that he might be able to slip the corset over his skin, he pauses at the last second to lean in and steal a kiss, withdrawing with a bright chuckle. “It is incredibly frowned upon, love.” He informs him, his brows bouncing in a playful manner. “It is important to keep how well endowed you are a secret, rather than show the entirety of society.” He tacks on with a wink, before he’s helping Danta’s arms and head slip through the corset, sliding the soft fabric down to rest at his chest, the cuts of the corset matching the sharp jut of his hips perfectly. His hand is warm where he presses it against Danta’s chest and slides to his back, reaching for the silk laces to start situating them evenly.
"Will you hold this here?" He asks, his voice a soft hum at his lover's jeweled ear. The hand at his chest keeping it in the correct spot wiggles a bit to help him understand just what he's asking him to hold.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
