But you like it when I call you, Angel. [ yeah, dante's own thoughts are as far from vegetables right now. he doesn't really want to think about the party much either, not with vash as close as he is and the promises dancing between them. keep focused, dante, keep focused ─
fuck, he's struggling.
dante hums and it almost sounds like a purr that rumbles in his chest, a hand finding rest on vash's hip as the other flickers those too-long, golden eyelashes at him. oh, this man is going to utterly destroy his willpower, he can feel it. ]
'Course I know you, Angel. [ he shifts, leaning in just enough that their noses brush against each other. ] I just like hearing you say it.
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fuck, he's struggling.
dante hums and it almost sounds like a purr that rumbles in his chest, a hand finding rest on vash's hip as the other flickers those too-long, golden eyelashes at him. oh, this man is going to utterly destroy his willpower, he can feel it. ]
'Course I know you, Angel. [ he shifts, leaning in just enough that their noses brush against each other. ] I just like hearing you say it.