i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Smirking as Danta presses closer to him in response, the butcher’s head tilts back a touch the second he feels warm fingers find the nape of his neck, tangling in the dark hair that’s still so carefully arranged in sweeping layers. He presses into the kiss he claims and works expertly to remove the cape from Danta’s shoulders, content to leave it along the forest floor with his own chained shroud.
He doesn’t have to be convinced to follow the blonde as he’s tugged, parting only briefly to catch a few breaths before Danta’s claiming his lips in another devouring kiss. The butcher takes control here, humming a low sound of approval as he guides him back until the cool bark of a tree greets the Maverick’s back. His hands move, immediately sweeping down Danta’s sides to his hips, hooking his thumbs into the other Ancient’s pants as his tail sweeps forward to wrap around his leg, all while his kisses grow deeper with all the pent up possessiveness the butcher has harbored this season.
He doesn’t have to be convinced to follow the blonde as he’s tugged, parting only briefly to catch a few breaths before Danta’s claiming his lips in another devouring kiss. The butcher takes control here, humming a low sound of approval as he guides him back until the cool bark of a tree greets the Maverick’s back. His hands move, immediately sweeping down Danta’s sides to his hips, hooking his thumbs into the other Ancient’s pants as his tail sweeps forward to wrap around his leg, all while his kisses grow deeper with all the pent up possessiveness the butcher has harbored this season.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
