/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“Adored. Obviously.” The butcher purrs confidently – not even going so far as to entertain an alternative. They had been beautiful offerings anyway, and if she was upset at their offerings, well, that felt more like a her problem for not being explicit in what she’d prefer rather than anything they did.
Even still, hearing the mumbling and grumbling of his lover, the butcher snorts softly as he radiates heat that the Maverick soaks up. “We should.’ He purrs, perhaps a little home away from home during Deepfrost when they can be cooped up in the inn with each other and the lightning and snow outside their door.
The next screech of rain erupts across the sky and before he can comment on it, Danta’s kiss is sweet and surprisingly gentle, leading him away from thinking it was a distraction. And when he parts, the butcher chases after him for a heartbeat of a second. “It would be my pleasure, mi amor.” He hums softly, shifting now to make sure Danta’s pressed against him perfectly so he can sit up and hoist him up – carrying him the small amount of distance toward their den.
He sets him down and hovers over him, not letting him go for the immediate seconds after – instead, obnoxiously nuzzling in for another kiss with the scream rain deafened by their distance from the cool window, the crackle of the fire, and the curtains draped around their bed. “Better, darling?” He asks, tail wagging behind him in their peripheral.
Even still, hearing the mumbling and grumbling of his lover, the butcher snorts softly as he radiates heat that the Maverick soaks up. “We should.’ He purrs, perhaps a little home away from home during Deepfrost when they can be cooped up in the inn with each other and the lightning and snow outside their door.
The next screech of rain erupts across the sky and before he can comment on it, Danta’s kiss is sweet and surprisingly gentle, leading him away from thinking it was a distraction. And when he parts, the butcher chases after him for a heartbeat of a second. “It would be my pleasure, mi amor.” He hums softly, shifting now to make sure Danta’s pressed against him perfectly so he can sit up and hoist him up – carrying him the small amount of distance toward their den.
He sets him down and hovers over him, not letting him go for the immediate seconds after – instead, obnoxiously nuzzling in for another kiss with the scream rain deafened by their distance from the cool window, the crackle of the fire, and the curtains draped around their bed. “Better, darling?” He asks, tail wagging behind him in their peripheral.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
