// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
Danta’s fingers are well versed in the form of getting the butcher out of his clothes, and this time is no exception. By the time he gets him back against the bedpost, his shirt is untucked and half unbuttoned, leaving the heavy ropes of scar tissue on full display and his vest lost somewhere on the floor in the journey it took to get here.
It's teasing and playful if not a touch honest — if Danta wanted the reins tonight he’d hand them over — but it seems they both get their wish with the insistence of Danta’s tugging that shoots the buttons off the rest of his shirt with mocking plinks across the wood floor, rising with a low rumble of a laugh from the butcher. He has half a mind to remind Danta of his favorite tailor lest he ruin more of his shirt, but his mouth is occupied shortly after Danta speaks.
The hungrier kiss is met with equal fervor, at least, the butcher drowning himself in the wine soaked taste of his lover as his tail winds around Danta’s leg and the base of the bedpost, pinning him there rather than his arms which are certainly injecting him with all the heat and attention he wants. “Then it would be my honor to play with you, darling.” He purrs out, pressing in closer to press his body to Danta’s a little harder. His hands sweep up to drag and tear away the sheer golden too large shirt from his torso, diving in with a kiss that’s sure to nick one of them and increase the heat that’s already blooming in him.
It's teasing and playful if not a touch honest — if Danta wanted the reins tonight he’d hand them over — but it seems they both get their wish with the insistence of Danta’s tugging that shoots the buttons off the rest of his shirt with mocking plinks across the wood floor, rising with a low rumble of a laugh from the butcher. He has half a mind to remind Danta of his favorite tailor lest he ruin more of his shirt, but his mouth is occupied shortly after Danta speaks.
The hungrier kiss is met with equal fervor, at least, the butcher drowning himself in the wine soaked taste of his lover as his tail winds around Danta’s leg and the base of the bedpost, pinning him there rather than his arms which are certainly injecting him with all the heat and attention he wants. “Then it would be my honor to play with you, darling.” He purrs out, pressing in closer to press his body to Danta’s a little harder. His hands sweep up to drag and tear away the sheer golden too large shirt from his torso, diving in with a kiss that’s sure to nick one of them and increase the heat that’s already blooming in him.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
