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,
“We should, perhaps when I am less exhausted.” He drawls, snorting in a way to not bother the way Danta’s limply laying against his chest. At least it offers all the ability to give him plenty of attention, drawing idle designs along his skin and against the nape of his neck, quietly indulging in the feel of his skin and the pebbling shivers it sparks in the process.
He meets his lover’s stunning blues with the dark honey of his own eyes as he lets the sharp smile cross his face again, a low laugh leaving him as his tail curls around Danta’s leg. “I do know that. And while yes, I usually am more on top of it, this season will likely mean you have to engage first.” He pauses, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Not that I am opposed to it at all, mind you.” His lips brush against his forehead when he speaks, softening even more. “If you wish to partake in it, let me know while I still have some energy bouncing around.” Withdrawing to bounce his brows at his lover, the shark-tooth cheshire smile makes a reappearance.
He meets his lover’s stunning blues with the dark honey of his own eyes as he lets the sharp smile cross his face again, a low laugh leaving him as his tail curls around Danta’s leg. “I do know that. And while yes, I usually am more on top of it, this season will likely mean you have to engage first.” He pauses, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Not that I am opposed to it at all, mind you.” His lips brush against his forehead when he speaks, softening even more. “If you wish to partake in it, let me know while I still have some energy bouncing around.” Withdrawing to bounce his brows at his lover, the shark-tooth cheshire smile makes a reappearance.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
