[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

”An accident”, of course it was. There’s the briefest tug to the sharp smile that seems to say yeah, okay, babe, as he pins him there against the wall to take the mug and give him a full inspection. “I see.” Comes the rougher drawl, the few seconds before he’s colliding with the Maverick.

And perhaps it’s because the tension and the lead up that makes it feel more like a fight than an actual sweet and indulgent kiss, but the butcher chases the taste of iron on his tongue. The hand cupping his jaw sweeps back to thread into the blonde strands and cup the back of his head, the other sweeping in to wrap around his hip.

The hand in his hair is tight and sparks a growl of a sound, the hot press of Danta’s hand against the spider web of scar tissue on his chest is just an added indulgence, enough that when he’s forced to pull back for air he doesn’t go far. “An accident on purpose, I would say.” He murmurs against his reddened lips, the hand at his hip dropping to his leg, hoisting it up against his side. “I think you wanted this result.” He leads in a knowing tone, nipping at Danta’s lower lip and chasing it with the heat of his tongue to swipe up more of the metallic tang.

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