/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
It’s like a switch clicks the second they’re past the threshold to their room. Danta steps away, stretching out and more awake and less quiet, like the chaos within him had settled for precisely long enough to get into a space to unleash it. He watches the shoes get kicked across the room, the stretch of his arms above his head and catches the glint of that golden ring on his finger and it settles that portion of himself that he’s attributed to the new dragon shift under his skin. Everything is right, as it should be, and if the idea of Danta being his wasn’t obvious enough before, it certainly should be now.
His tail twitches a little as he steps away from the door to set everything down but doesn’t make it very far but slipping out of his own shoes by the time Danta’s back against him – warm and diving those wicked fingers of his into the dark strands of his hair, easily messing up the style he’d put it into. The golden chains clink against each other and his horns with the movement as he sinks into the kiss that means absolutely everything to him – pressing into it with as much gusto as Danta has – connecting the two of them in a way that he hopes paints the image of just how much he loves him. His arms wind around his middle and lower back, tugging him into him a bit harder before they part, equally panting as his dark gaze slits open to take in the Maverick, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol and the intoxication of Danta’s kiss.
“I—” He’s cut off with Danta’s continuation, a smile breaking across his face with a soft laugh. He doesn’t answer immediately, letting the question settle so he can think about the answer if only to prove to Danta he isn’t doing it based off what he thinks Danta wants. He is selective, yes, but the blood stars have aligned in a way that has him surging back down into Danta’s lips for a chaste kiss, his fingertips pressing in a little harder against the hollows of his lover’s hips. “I want you all to myself tonight, Dantalion, darling.” He breathes his fiancé's whole name out, the exhale one of wine and liquor, blood and smoke as he presses the next kiss to the corner of his lips - positive that it will get the point across, unable to stop the soft beat of the excited wag the tip of his tail takes, knocking into the leg of the table beside them.
His tail twitches a little as he steps away from the door to set everything down but doesn’t make it very far but slipping out of his own shoes by the time Danta’s back against him – warm and diving those wicked fingers of his into the dark strands of his hair, easily messing up the style he’d put it into. The golden chains clink against each other and his horns with the movement as he sinks into the kiss that means absolutely everything to him – pressing into it with as much gusto as Danta has – connecting the two of them in a way that he hopes paints the image of just how much he loves him. His arms wind around his middle and lower back, tugging him into him a bit harder before they part, equally panting as his dark gaze slits open to take in the Maverick, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol and the intoxication of Danta’s kiss.
“I—” He’s cut off with Danta’s continuation, a smile breaking across his face with a soft laugh. He doesn’t answer immediately, letting the question settle so he can think about the answer if only to prove to Danta he isn’t doing it based off what he thinks Danta wants. He is selective, yes, but the blood stars have aligned in a way that has him surging back down into Danta’s lips for a chaste kiss, his fingertips pressing in a little harder against the hollows of his lover’s hips. “I want you all to myself tonight, Dantalion, darling.” He breathes his fiancé's whole name out, the exhale one of wine and liquor, blood and smoke as he presses the next kiss to the corner of his lips - positive that it will get the point across, unable to stop the soft beat of the excited wag the tip of his tail takes, knocking into the leg of the table beside them.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
