[SE] kept us awake with wolves teeth

Astaroth

// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //

Huffing a breathy laugh into their makeout session, the butcher’s lips tilt up in the characteristic smile of his. “The I can be older than forty but I certainly do not want to look like I am kind of immortality.” He agrees with the Maverick, amused still at the thought because they most certainly could handle the unkillable part, provided they looked young and impeccable doing it.

That and it just adds to the never ending amusement the butcher gets out of being a menace to the Theocrat in turn, especially as he nuzzles his nose in and can feel the scoff of dramatic outrage. It doesn’t last, though, with the gentle and tender meeting of their lips and Danta withdrawing to sit astride him and peer down at him.

And Asta peers back up at him, arms and hands falling from Danta’s smooth and warm skin to drift up to the butcher’s own head, one arm stretching out over the bed behind him while the other plunges into soft dark hair, carefully passing over the prongs and ridges of his antler horns. “I would be delighted to, my love.” And it just so happens he has a little bag of goodies that could potentially be the equivalent of a raw pig picnic seeing as all the human bones have been removed.

But, despite the pain still radiating through his chest, he feels far more limber all things considered and it brings more of the sassiness. His hips rock enough to jostle the Maverick as his lips quirk into a smirk. “I am going to need you to move, if you would be so kind.” Comes the playful tease.

// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //

// light shines in the darkness //

Danta still can't prevent the heat that fills his cheeks as Asta trades out his usual pet names for the one reserved for him in particular, and even being jostled by the rocking of the other man's hips doesn't change things. Clearing his throat and haughtily sliding off the bed, he straightens up into a stretch before going to grab his sorry excuse for a sweater and to trade his pajama bottoms out for a pair of sage green yoga pants.

(Listen, he makes it his mission some days to look as much of a mess as possible to make up for Asta's impeccable dress sense). 

Only once the butcher rises to his feet as well will Danta approach again, drawing him into a sudden kiss that he hopes will impart as much of the heat in his blood as possible against Asta's lips, his arms swarming around him to draw him close. "I think you are the menace," he whispers with a playful flick of his tail, before he departs for the door. "Let's go, then."

Dantalion

// and the darkness will never understand it //

Astaroth

// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //

He spots the crimson that blooms on the Maverick’s face and it becomes an image branded into his mind, storing the memory away for later as Danta clears his throat and slides off of him. He takes the moment of freedom to fully stretch out, enough that his spaded tail trembles with the force of it before he pushes himself up to throw on his clothes again, too.

He doesn’t dress up as impeccably as he had been when he’d returned home earlier that day, but it still is leagues above where Danta is. (Sometimes Asta takes into account just how dressed the Maverick gets in order to determine if he goes flawlessly or just getting home from work, dressed-down chic.

Today’s venture back out into the warmth is much more relaxed than earlier, but it doesn’t stop him from snagging the bag with their snacks within (and intending on stealing a bottle of wine on the way out to complete the little picnic), before he’s right back precisely where he would give everything to be.

Right at Danta’s side, he steps out along with him to enjoy the rest of the day. “Only as much as you are, darling.”


- FIN

// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //