// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Mm, I see.” Relaxing into the hot touch that trails along the rough bark that map out his scars, the butcher starts to wonder if they could get away with anything more in the interim as they wait for the rest of the company to arrive — only to be interrupted by the chime of Flora’s voice and the butcher’s only apt description of what’s occurring.
It has him slipping up, the snicker-slash-giggle leaving him as his suggestion leaves him, made worse by the accompaniment that Danta offers alongside him. His tail tightens around his lover’s leg, as if it might be a reminder that they must be quiet if they wish to listen in, even if the butcher’s laugh isn’t much more than slightly loud breaths.
At the Maverick’s whisper, he snorts and shakes his head, bumping his jaw against the blonde Ancient’s head before he turns it fully to let his lips linger against his skin. “I do think that is far more embarrassing than my previous fear of crows.” He hums back as the flamingo bumps into the encantado again, the sound of rubber rubbing against rubber over the roar of bubbles and the low hum of the argument that drops off quickly.
“Mm, I do not miss our arguments.” He hums after pressing a kiss to his jaw in return. One of his hands drops down to brush gently against Danta’s arm under the water.
It has him slipping up, the snicker-slash-giggle leaving him as his suggestion leaves him, made worse by the accompaniment that Danta offers alongside him. His tail tightens around his lover’s leg, as if it might be a reminder that they must be quiet if they wish to listen in, even if the butcher’s laugh isn’t much more than slightly loud breaths.
At the Maverick’s whisper, he snorts and shakes his head, bumping his jaw against the blonde Ancient’s head before he turns it fully to let his lips linger against his skin. “I do think that is far more embarrassing than my previous fear of crows.” He hums back as the flamingo bumps into the encantado again, the sound of rubber rubbing against rubber over the roar of bubbles and the low hum of the argument that drops off quickly.
“Mm, I do not miss our arguments.” He hums after pressing a kiss to his jaw in return. One of his hands drops down to brush gently against Danta’s arm under the water.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
