a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
Astaroth knows that Danta is right when it comes to the patrons having weirder fetishes, a thought that sinks in and has Asta wrinkling his nose and groaning a little as he sighs. “What solace.” He drawls a little and melts back into the blankets and the Maverick as he makes his suggestion.
“Yes.” He says a touch softer and raises his brow. The ‘code word’ is a relatively easy one though and Asta, coming through his drunkenness nods and reaches up a little to tug the Maverick back down onto him, chasing some of the heat. “Mm, alright. I think I can manage that.” Sometimes it was fun to just pull it out to see the wrinkle in the blonde’s nose, but he can figure out just when to pull it out of the vault when he wishes to indulge.
“Yes.” He says a touch softer and raises his brow. The ‘code word’ is a relatively easy one though and Asta, coming through his drunkenness nods and reaches up a little to tug the Maverick back down onto him, chasing some of the heat. “Mm, alright. I think I can manage that.” Sometimes it was fun to just pull it out to see the wrinkle in the blonde’s nose, but he can figure out just when to pull it out of the vault when he wishes to indulge.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
