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 hears the quiet laugh and also hears it fade with the seriousness that lingers in the butcher’s tone. As much as he’d like to play along and pretend, there’s a very real and sudden threat that blooms in the crevices of his mind, ones that have him immediately on edge in a way that even he knows he’s not capable of handling without making it worse.
So he indulges in the touch, relaxing with the agreement enough to surge up further as he’s guided into the kiss - one that feels strangely apologetic. The kind of slow, tender, careful kiss that ended arguments. To which, the butcher’s kiss is full of fire, of his cockiness and arrogance and confidence that he has the Maverick all to himself. It’s an apologetic kiss that’s met with the fire that comes from greed and neediness, who’s fingers point to everything but being upset.
So he withdraws, blanketing Danta as his hand curves up the side of his lover’s face into his gilded hair, his nose brushing against his cheek, panting lightly from the prolonged kiss. “Just you and I, my love.” He purrs the sound, sharp teeth nipping at his lower lip as he aims for another brief kiss. “At least for today. Perhaps tomorrow shall be better for me.” Little do they both know, the intensity of which the butcher woke up will only become commonplace for the rest of the season.
So he indulges in the touch, relaxing with the agreement enough to surge up further as he’s guided into the kiss - one that feels strangely apologetic. The kind of slow, tender, careful kiss that ended arguments. To which, the butcher’s kiss is full of fire, of his cockiness and arrogance and confidence that he has the Maverick all to himself. It’s an apologetic kiss that’s met with the fire that comes from greed and neediness, who’s fingers point to everything but being upset.
So he withdraws, blanketing Danta as his hand curves up the side of his lover’s face into his gilded hair, his nose brushing against his cheek, panting lightly from the prolonged kiss. “Just you and I, my love.” He purrs the sound, sharp teeth nipping at his lower lip as he aims for another brief kiss. “At least for today. Perhaps tomorrow shall be better for me.” Little do they both know, the intensity of which the butcher woke up will only become commonplace for the rest of the season.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
