/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
“Mm, I suppose that is true.” The indifference in his tone seems to suggest that he either doesn’t believe it (false) or that he does truly only have himself to blame and take the ire with. But whatever might follow is completely gone in favor of devouring his lover in a kiss made of passion, desire, and the heavy tang of blood.
As Danta’s arm and tail wrap around him and he finds himself busy with trying to slip open the belt (a surprisingly difficult feat, if he’s being honest) the butcher gladly takes Danta’s help as he withdraws slightly, already panting and pressing a follow up kiss to the hollow of his cheek, down to the crook of his neck just under his ear. The low laugh precursors his words, heavy and thick with his Whitebrim accent, meshed with the finer, more delicate words he’s used to these days.
“I would, however we both know—” a pause as relief finally hits against his trapped cock and the following pressure of Danta’s hand, stuttering his words with a heavy huff of breath and a bit back rumble of a moan, “—it is less fun if I already know how easy it is.” He purrs into Danta’s ear, before he drops to leave gentle, barely there lines with his teeth against the smooth pale column of his lover’s neck. Not unlike a cat scratch, it blots to the surface, met with the butcher’s hot tongue as his shadows flicker and flare in their delight and his cock throbs in Danta’s grip. It’s that moment of pause to reorient himself that hangs before he’s reaching back for his lover, hitching up his leg higher, hoisting him up just enough to position them, giving a moments breath for Danta decide if he does, in fact, want to beg.
As Danta’s arm and tail wrap around him and he finds himself busy with trying to slip open the belt (a surprisingly difficult feat, if he’s being honest) the butcher gladly takes Danta’s help as he withdraws slightly, already panting and pressing a follow up kiss to the hollow of his cheek, down to the crook of his neck just under his ear. The low laugh precursors his words, heavy and thick with his Whitebrim accent, meshed with the finer, more delicate words he’s used to these days.
“I would, however we both know—” a pause as relief finally hits against his trapped cock and the following pressure of Danta’s hand, stuttering his words with a heavy huff of breath and a bit back rumble of a moan, “—it is less fun if I already know how easy it is.” He purrs into Danta’s ear, before he drops to leave gentle, barely there lines with his teeth against the smooth pale column of his lover’s neck. Not unlike a cat scratch, it blots to the surface, met with the butcher’s hot tongue as his shadows flicker and flare in their delight and his cock throbs in Danta’s grip. It’s that moment of pause to reorient himself that hangs before he’s reaching back for his lover, hitching up his leg higher, hoisting him up just enough to position them, giving a moments breath for Danta decide if he does, in fact, want to beg.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
