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
Leaning into the scratches along his horns, the Maverick essentially has him precisely where he wants him - docile for the moment despite how they both know how quickly it could flip (for the both of them, as it turned out). “I suppose I can agree with that.” The butcher purrs back up, letting the laugh settle in his chest as he closes his eyes to indulge n the touch.
It’s brief, as is the kiss that follows, through the butcher’s nonetheless resilient in the way he remains obnoxious with how he nuzzles in, nosing his cheek and the edge of his jaw. “No, there are no chores.” For once. “I just have too much energy.” Comes the quiet admission once he’s dove down into pressing his kisses to his lover’s jeweled ear and to the soft space beneath his earlobe. “I feel as though I am a menace.” He admits, somewhat aware of it even if he’s doing absolutely nothing to prevent it.
It’s brief, as is the kiss that follows, through the butcher’s nonetheless resilient in the way he remains obnoxious with how he nuzzles in, nosing his cheek and the edge of his jaw. “No, there are no chores.” For once. “I just have too much energy.” Comes the quiet admission once he’s dove down into pressing his kisses to his lover’s jeweled ear and to the soft space beneath his earlobe. “I feel as though I am a menace.” He admits, somewhat aware of it even if he’s doing absolutely nothing to prevent it.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
