// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
It’s precisely the kind of draw the butcher’s hoping for – to angle everything in such a way that he can drag Danta over the edge of pleasure and have him bask in it. To prolong it, if he can, so much so that he doesn’t care that there’s no warning, doesn’t care as soon as he feels the other man grow taught and tight. He holds him, using that boon as the last little lingering moment before he feels his own tether snap between the pleasure and blood in the air.
Danta’s legs keep him close, as if he even had a thought about leaving. He breaks and presses hard against the Maverick, doing everything in his power not to slump against him. But he does release his lover’s hands as he guides them through the bliss after, as his kisses trail against the shell of his ear and against the sharp line of his jaw, to the corners of his lips and the hollow of his throat.
Only when he stills and keeps panting does he rise up over Danta slightly, murmuring all of his quiet adorations and I love yous as his fingers thread through blonde strands, guiding them out of his face reverently. He basks in this moment for as long as he physically can, before he lavishes him with more kisses and the quiet suggestion of a shower to round out the rest of the night.
- FIN
Danta’s legs keep him close, as if he even had a thought about leaving. He breaks and presses hard against the Maverick, doing everything in his power not to slump against him. But he does release his lover’s hands as he guides them through the bliss after, as his kisses trail against the shell of his ear and against the sharp line of his jaw, to the corners of his lips and the hollow of his throat.
Only when he stills and keeps panting does he rise up over Danta slightly, murmuring all of his quiet adorations and I love yous as his fingers thread through blonde strands, guiding them out of his face reverently. He basks in this moment for as long as he physically can, before he lavishes him with more kisses and the quiet suggestion of a shower to round out the rest of the night.
- FIN
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
