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
“Showing me up, mm?” The butcher purrs from where his lips are pressed against the sharp jut of his lover’s jaw, amusement lingering in the smile still tugged on his face. He imagines it wouldn’t be so much of a competition when they had essentially become quite the package. Instead, he might actually look like Danta’s shadow, rather than the well-dressed murderer he is.
All of those thoughts and the argument back against the quip vanish in turn, too, when his lover’s lips find his with the precise tilt of his head. He’s angled against him, warm and beautiful and impossible. His hands still, hesitating over the lingering pins in the vest that still cling to him, and his tail whips with a hint of frustration that he’s still harboring the vest even if the cape has been at the very least successfully dropped to the platform they stand on.
Withdrawing enough to feel Danta’s whisper where it presses against his lips, he meets it with a low and knowing chuckle. “You have always adored me at my worst.” These days, at least, since reawakening. And he takes that moment to let his hands drop, warmth sparking against bare skin of his hips and the swell of his ass as he hitches him closer to him to feel the desire that bulges there once again without the help of iron to get him going. “Alas, we still must see how my choices look, don’t we darling?” Which really only means Danta gets the free pass to undress him in turn, even if the Maverick won’t let him fully remove the vest from his skin.
All of those thoughts and the argument back against the quip vanish in turn, too, when his lover’s lips find his with the precise tilt of his head. He’s angled against him, warm and beautiful and impossible. His hands still, hesitating over the lingering pins in the vest that still cling to him, and his tail whips with a hint of frustration that he’s still harboring the vest even if the cape has been at the very least successfully dropped to the platform they stand on.
Withdrawing enough to feel Danta’s whisper where it presses against his lips, he meets it with a low and knowing chuckle. “You have always adored me at my worst.” These days, at least, since reawakening. And he takes that moment to let his hands drop, warmth sparking against bare skin of his hips and the swell of his ass as he hitches him closer to him to feel the desire that bulges there once again without the help of iron to get him going. “Alas, we still must see how my choices look, don’t we darling?” Which really only means Danta gets the free pass to undress him in turn, even if the Maverick won’t let him fully remove the vest from his skin.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
