[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

Ah, yes, that makes so much more sense. He thinks before he’s busying himself with giving the Maverick all of the attention he’d admittedly not been doing while he brooded. He’s still a bit broody, but in the comfort of his own room and with the only person he’s mostly okay with being stupid around, it’s lessened some.

The mumble of an “mhm,” vibrates against the Maverick’s lips as he prolongs the kiss, immensely aware of just how frustrated he’s making the blonde. So he relents, reluctantly, reaching over without looking to turn the water of the shower off. Spending a moment to drip dry, he keeps one hand on the Maverick while the other tugs open the curtain and he helps him out.

A swirl of red ribboned scorch magic takes care of the rest of the dampness to their bodies, a methodical approach to drying the butcher off before it turns into more of a caress against each available patch of the Maverick’s skin. “Who informed you that I did not wish for you to tease me back?” He asks after he starts heading for their den, past the bathroom door, with a dark and wicked grin and glance over his shoulder toward his lover as his tail whips playfully behind him.

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