don't need love when it comes in a bottle

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

If you had asked him years ago if he’d ever thought he’d let anyone this close, the butcher would have aptly denied it – told them that you would have lost your mind. These days, however, the butcher can’t imagine a life without it. He finds himself craving the attention that Danta provides, even if he’d shied away from it. So used to being the unattainable – refusing to let anyone too close. You can look but you can’t touch.

And here he is, melting into the bed with the firewarmed heat of the Maverick against him, keeping him close, purring a content hum into the kiss when he snatches it once Danta answers – letting it settle in his chest heavily beside his inflated ego. His fingertips loosen when they part, his hands sweeping up his back again to his shoulders, fanning out in a wide arc against his shoulder blades. “Mm, alas my name is not Asteroid.” He drawls a little drunkenly from the kiss. Content to stay like this all night to hold and nuzzle and indulge in the makeout sessions until sleep overtakes them. “Fortunately for you, however, it is an easy one to remember.” He pauses, trying but failing to hide the smirk. “Would you like to try again, Dandelion?”

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life