there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
He feels it the second Danta sweeps his hair over his shoulder, the sleep tangled knots loosening with the gesture as he peers back at his lover and indulges in the touch (because thankfully he is the only focus the Maverick has). He leans into the kiss, too, even as he aims his dangerous smile back at him. He’s half expecting the suggestion of tea or coffee to get Danta’s day going, but without anything particularly needed in this moment, he feels his motivation start to diminish.
So he nods, spies the wink with a flare of a brighter smile, twisting to catch his lover’s lips once the kiss is pressed to the corner of his mouth. It’s indulgent, sweet, equally as needed with the way he prolongs it sweetly. “Yes. That works.” He murmurs softly when he withdraws. He reaches up to rub at one of his horns, even as the tines of it remain regal and fully pointed from the haunt.
The hand drops and he plucks a piece of bacon from the tray this time, stealing a bite of it before shifting to lean into Danta more, pressing him back into the bed all while offering the rest of the bacon like a carrot on a stick. “I will likely require tea at some point, should you have any requests.” Obnoxiously leaning in to nuzzle his bearded cheek and chin into Danta’s shoulder, the butcher withdraws with a glint of mischief now that he’s satisfied there’s no longer any threats outside their door.
So he nods, spies the wink with a flare of a brighter smile, twisting to catch his lover’s lips once the kiss is pressed to the corner of his mouth. It’s indulgent, sweet, equally as needed with the way he prolongs it sweetly. “Yes. That works.” He murmurs softly when he withdraws. He reaches up to rub at one of his horns, even as the tines of it remain regal and fully pointed from the haunt.
The hand drops and he plucks a piece of bacon from the tray this time, stealing a bite of it before shifting to lean into Danta more, pressing him back into the bed all while offering the rest of the bacon like a carrot on a stick. “I will likely require tea at some point, should you have any requests.” Obnoxiously leaning in to nuzzle his bearded cheek and chin into Danta’s shoulder, the butcher withdraws with a glint of mischief now that he’s satisfied there’s no longer any threats outside their door.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
