// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
Warmth bleeds from him and soaks into Danta as he blankets him, the bliss and numbness sparking through him until it feels like his tail is vibrating from where it’s still pressed against the small of Danta’s back. It’s pinned there, but the butcher doesn’t find himself caring – not as he indulges in that bloody and desirable kiss, withdrawing and panting heavily for breath. He drops down slowly and more fully, both hands rising to drag his fingertips along his sides and shoulders, before he’s snagged by the Maverick again.
Each trickle of his fingers against his spine spark shivers, the quiet sensation of his tail trying to wag underneath Danta, and held surprisingly obediently in his grasp of his bearded chin as he looks up at his lover with dark eyes laced with exhaustion and an unashamedly large amount of pride. “I know, darling.” He purrs snarkily, shooting him a bloody shark toothed grin, chest still heaving for breath.
He's content to remain there for a few long moments before he starts to move again, shifting them so that he can roll onto his side and drag Danta in and up against his chest in the process (and also to free his tail), before he's running his fingers through the long golden strands of his hair and down his shoulder and spine. "You're mine." The whisper is every ounce possessive and full of love and adoration.
Each trickle of his fingers against his spine spark shivers, the quiet sensation of his tail trying to wag underneath Danta, and held surprisingly obediently in his grasp of his bearded chin as he looks up at his lover with dark eyes laced with exhaustion and an unashamedly large amount of pride. “I know, darling.” He purrs snarkily, shooting him a bloody shark toothed grin, chest still heaving for breath.
He's content to remain there for a few long moments before he starts to move again, shifting them so that he can roll onto his side and drag Danta in and up against his chest in the process (and also to free his tail), before he's running his fingers through the long golden strands of his hair and down his shoulder and spine. "You're mine." The whisper is every ounce possessive and full of love and adoration.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
