we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
“I explicitly know how to charm you, darling, as it is my favorite past time.” He hums confidently to Danta’s chuckle. The butcher’s swift with piecing together what it is he thinks Danta’s vision is while his lover sheds his clothes, and the butcher only haphazardly glances over to see where the clothes had landed before he’s focusing back at his now nude lover in appreciation, admiring him in his reflection as he hands the cape to him and slips him into the vest.
Pinning the pieces into place without stabbing the Theocrat, the butcher’s hands smooth down his sides, deftly avoiding the prick of any pins he’d placed as he sends a sharp grin over his shoulder, trying to catch his gaze in the reflection. “I could have been a tailor and you could have been a barber.” He muses, before he’s reaching around him to snag the cape he’d pinned together. “A one stop shop, mm?” Because he cannot imagine a life now without the Maverick wholly a part of it.
He slips the half cape over his shoulder, pinning it to the front of the vest to see how it might drape, but before he slips away to the side so he can pin the back into place, the butcher’s lips find the side of Danta’s neck with a gentle, slow, but nearly fiery warm kiss before he parts. His hands smooth along his stomach and his back as he slides the back portion of the cape into place, then slowly withdraws to peer at him with clear approval, awaiting his lover to make his judgement.
Pinning the pieces into place without stabbing the Theocrat, the butcher’s hands smooth down his sides, deftly avoiding the prick of any pins he’d placed as he sends a sharp grin over his shoulder, trying to catch his gaze in the reflection. “I could have been a tailor and you could have been a barber.” He muses, before he’s reaching around him to snag the cape he’d pinned together. “A one stop shop, mm?” Because he cannot imagine a life now without the Maverick wholly a part of it.
He slips the half cape over his shoulder, pinning it to the front of the vest to see how it might drape, but before he slips away to the side so he can pin the back into place, the butcher’s lips find the side of Danta’s neck with a gentle, slow, but nearly fiery warm kiss before he parts. His hands smooth along his stomach and his back as he slides the back portion of the cape into place, then slowly withdraws to peer at him with clear approval, awaiting his lover to make his judgement.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
