i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
His elation at Danta’s agreement is nearly impossible to hide as he leans down just enough for Danta to reach up and snag the clasps of the muzzle. “Thank Dygra.” The butcher breathes a soft relief, shifting the hand that holds the flute of blackberry champagne, eyes slipping shut momentarily to indulge in the press of his lover’s warm fingers as they work diligently to unclasp the muzzle on his face. There’s only a few red lines along his cheeks when Danta removes the muzzle fully, and with the promise of food being an option, he nearly groans with the thought. “Yes.” He says as the ta daaa reaches his ears, warmth blooming back in his face as he goes to lift the glass to his lips, spinning the straw so it’s pinned behind his index finger.
Of course, that’s when he’s silenced perfectly well by Danta’s lips – a real kiss that he’s been craving the entirety of the night – and the butcher very nearly sags into it and Danta. His free hand slips around the Maverick's middle and lower back, keeping him close just in case he had any thoughts about leaving so soon. He also prolongs it just as much as Danta does, as if making up for the entirety of the party thus far, and only when Danta’s satisfied as well do they part. “Mm, I don’t know, I think I might rather hydrate myself with your kiss. It is, after all, the sweetest thing here.” His lips quirk in a smirk, tail weaving easily behind him but not giving away whether or not it’s sarcasm or truth.
Though he doesn’t immediately lift the glass to his lips to taste it without the straw, which may be an indicator.
Of course, that’s when he’s silenced perfectly well by Danta’s lips – a real kiss that he’s been craving the entirety of the night – and the butcher very nearly sags into it and Danta. His free hand slips around the Maverick's middle and lower back, keeping him close just in case he had any thoughts about leaving so soon. He also prolongs it just as much as Danta does, as if making up for the entirety of the party thus far, and only when Danta’s satisfied as well do they part. “Mm, I don’t know, I think I might rather hydrate myself with your kiss. It is, after all, the sweetest thing here.” His lips quirk in a smirk, tail weaving easily behind him but not giving away whether or not it’s sarcasm or truth.
Though he doesn’t immediately lift the glass to his lips to taste it without the straw, which may be an indicator.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
