my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
He’d known it would take Danta by surprise, so it’s with a touch of a smug smirk on his face that the butcher continues to draw little designs into his lover’s skin while he waits for him to come up with a dare. He’s silent while he waits, taking in the glances around everywhere in their room as if it might be something within it that would be the immediate answer.
Ah, but he sees the way Danta’s eyes light up, loosening his hold on him to lean back and properly announce the dare for what it was. And honestly? It’s a good fucking dare. So much so that the butcher laughs warmly, silently grateful it isn’t something he’s forced to do right now lest he fall asleep making a drink for someone. “Mm, alright. Attire as well, I assume? Not that I will complain seeing you in my bodyguard outfit.” His thumbs smooth out against Danta’s lower back as if for emphasis for the open back portion of his uniform.
“Truth or dare, my love?” He asks, silently expecting it to be a dare as well but wondering if Danta would surprise him just as he had done.
Ah, but he sees the way Danta’s eyes light up, loosening his hold on him to lean back and properly announce the dare for what it was. And honestly? It’s a good fucking dare. So much so that the butcher laughs warmly, silently grateful it isn’t something he’s forced to do right now lest he fall asleep making a drink for someone. “Mm, alright. Attire as well, I assume? Not that I will complain seeing you in my bodyguard outfit.” His thumbs smooth out against Danta’s lower back as if for emphasis for the open back portion of his uniform.
“Truth or dare, my love?” He asks, silently expecting it to be a dare as well but wondering if Danta would surprise him just as he had done.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
