// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
“I think you may be right.” He purrs confidently, equally just as playful as he melts in each and every touch Danta offers. Warmth floods through him as he runs his hands along Danta’s sides and up his back, priming him up perfectly to twist them, flipping them so he fits neatly against him, held up by an arm as his head tilts into the touch against his bearded cheek, eyes closing softly for a brief moment before they snap open to see that handsome grin.
It’s an easy promise to make, especially while his bones finally relax in the comfort of blankets and warmth. “Mmm, well, I think I can be persuaded...” It takes absolutely zero attempts to persuade him in this moment, with the promise of their tent and the creature comforts within it, being able to talk and enjoy each other in every which way. His hand lifts, the one sporting the diamond ring that strokes and brushes back wild blonde strands before he descends and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips before he withdraws again, tail wrapping around Danta’s leg so the flat portion of his inky spaded tail presses flat against his thigh.
It’s an easy promise to make, especially while his bones finally relax in the comfort of blankets and warmth. “Mmm, well, I think I can be persuaded...” It takes absolutely zero attempts to persuade him in this moment, with the promise of their tent and the creature comforts within it, being able to talk and enjoy each other in every which way. His hand lifts, the one sporting the diamond ring that strokes and brushes back wild blonde strands before he descends and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips before he withdraws again, tail wrapping around Danta’s leg so the flat portion of his inky spaded tail presses flat against his thigh.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
