[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

Danta’s comment sparks a huff of a laugh from the butcher — the first since they’d stepped foot in the Grounds. And it’s a look of amusement and exasperation that leaves him as he gazes upon the Theocrat. “Ah, right, my mistake for assuming you were focused on the wheel.” He drawls, voice thick with his accent as he slowly works his hands into the mud slick blonde. With the glamour up, the butcher takes his time scrubbing out the mud until the water runs clear, paying extra attention to the portions of his lover’s scalp that’s usually hidden thanks to the horns of diamond.

As the water runs clear, he brushes it back out of his face before he continues to pin his lover to the wall of the shower, peering down at him with warmth growing in his dark gaze as he catches the crystal blues of Danta’s peering up at him. “Mm, I am unsure. You still have something… here…” He makes a show of studying Danta’s face with absolute intent and intrigue, as if he’s spotted something that shouldn’t be there.

He’s a liar, though, because it’s another excuse for the butcher to lean in and steal a kiss, hands cupping the sides of his head as his tail wraps around Danta’s leg, indulgent and warm and kissed with the spark of ashy fire to grant him a bit of a boon as he’d done for him earlier.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //