i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Leaning into the fussing of his dark hair, the butcher flashes a knowing grin down at his lover, his horned head tilting slightly to accept the press of a kiss to his cheek then to the opposite corner of his mouth. “Of course they did.” He hums as though it was a no-brainer. “I have no other place to be but top.” He hums in a tone that drops, suggestive and playful as they face each other and still under the glow of the moonlight, of the way it plays against the sharp, terribly handsome panes of his lover’s face.
His smile twitches with the admission, his arms slipping up more fully to wind around Danta in turn, sweeping gentle strokes across his spine and shoulder blades underneath the half cape. “I do not think you have been hating much of my pinning you down this season.” He whispers quietly against his lips before he surrenders to the kiss.
And maybe it’s part of the season or the fact that he has Danta here in the dark quiet of the Greatwood, but the butcher’s arms tighten, the kiss grows deeper and consuming in all the ways that might suggest he’s attempting to burn this image into his mind.
His smile twitches with the admission, his arms slipping up more fully to wind around Danta in turn, sweeping gentle strokes across his spine and shoulder blades underneath the half cape. “I do not think you have been hating much of my pinning you down this season.” He whispers quietly against his lips before he surrenders to the kiss.
And maybe it’s part of the season or the fact that he has Danta here in the dark quiet of the Greatwood, but the butcher’s arms tighten, the kiss grows deeper and consuming in all the ways that might suggest he’s attempting to burn this image into his mind.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
