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
“Ah, I shall have to try harder.” From this angle, the way he’s flattened against the bed and the Maverick both, the shadows spill from the etched scars on his back, even as he shifts a touch to indulge in the kiss pressed to his cheek. His tail starts to wag slightly, the ashen spaded tip sweeping back and forth against the sheets.
And while otherwise every option Danta lists out would be a dream come true, the butcher finds them particularly boring, which admittedly is just as shocking to him as it would be if he uttered it aloud for the blonde Ancient to hear. So instead, his shoulders hitch upward a touch as a shiver races down his spine with the feel of his fingers brushing between his shoulders, while the butcher draws stuttered, distracted designs against Danta’s skin.
His head tilts to press another kiss, this time to Danta’s collarbone as he slips one arm out to slide up his chest to his cheek, cupping it gently. “Perhaps. The only issue is that I have forgotten what it was I was supposed to do. And now, it feels as though it matters very little.” His lips press against Danta’s chest when he speaks, before he’s propping his head up again, stroking his thumb along the blonde’s jaw. Propping himself up shortly after, he half hovers over Danta’s torso, honey dark eyes still warm as he takes him in, drifting up to his face. “Gods, you are stunning.”
And while otherwise every option Danta lists out would be a dream come true, the butcher finds them particularly boring, which admittedly is just as shocking to him as it would be if he uttered it aloud for the blonde Ancient to hear. So instead, his shoulders hitch upward a touch as a shiver races down his spine with the feel of his fingers brushing between his shoulders, while the butcher draws stuttered, distracted designs against Danta’s skin.
His head tilts to press another kiss, this time to Danta’s collarbone as he slips one arm out to slide up his chest to his cheek, cupping it gently. “Perhaps. The only issue is that I have forgotten what it was I was supposed to do. And now, it feels as though it matters very little.” His lips press against Danta’s chest when he speaks, before he’s propping his head up again, stroking his thumb along the blonde’s jaw. Propping himself up shortly after, he half hovers over Danta’s torso, honey dark eyes still warm as he takes him in, drifting up to his face. “Gods, you are stunning.”
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
