so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The sticky hands of the Maverick as they thread through his hair are perfect, dragging along all the sensitive portions of his scalp that were often overlooked with his horns. But from this angle, Danta has perfect access to smoothing his hair back and hooking his leg around his waist. Like he was intending on being anywhere but here. But the butcher surges in anyway, claiming in a reverent way, as if Danta was his god at this present moment and he wanted nothing more than to atone.
And gods, if he isn’t a little dazed when they do part, eyes dark but warm, his posture lacking the usual stick straightness in favor for a relaxed slouch, trailing his kisses along his lover’s cheek and jaw as he noses in and nuzzles against his jaw. The question hits him about the same time that he does realize how exhausting taking on a bear had been, and so its with a slow stretched curl of his tail as he sinks down enough to press his forehead against the other Ancient’s shoulder that the butcher hums his breathless answer. “I believe they call those ‘power naps’…” He trails off, smirking a touch, before his head tilts to press a kiss against his lover’s throat. “And yes, I suppose we could get away with that.” Already his arms tighten around Danta, tugging him down with him so that they might be able to curl up together, uncaring of whatever had been spilt on the ground that would likely soak into them.
It was all part of the hunt, as far as he was concerned.
And gods, if he isn’t a little dazed when they do part, eyes dark but warm, his posture lacking the usual stick straightness in favor for a relaxed slouch, trailing his kisses along his lover’s cheek and jaw as he noses in and nuzzles against his jaw. The question hits him about the same time that he does realize how exhausting taking on a bear had been, and so its with a slow stretched curl of his tail as he sinks down enough to press his forehead against the other Ancient’s shoulder that the butcher hums his breathless answer. “I believe they call those ‘power naps’…” He trails off, smirking a touch, before his head tilts to press a kiss against his lover’s throat. “And yes, I suppose we could get away with that.” Already his arms tighten around Danta, tugging him down with him so that they might be able to curl up together, uncaring of whatever had been spilt on the ground that would likely soak into them.
It was all part of the hunt, as far as he was concerned.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
