// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The grin sharpens, dark eyes taking him in as his hands continue that ghosting sensation, until they stumble across a much smoother portion of the butcher’s torso and he shivers with a sigh from his sharp smile that twists into a little soft hum of a sound. “That’s the wonderful thing about dreams, isn’t it?” He purrs, his hand lifting to the tie while the other wraps around Danta’s thigh.
“Your subconscious comes out. You may do things you wouldn’t otherwise do.” It could come off as a threat, but with the way the Maverick rolls his hips against Asta’s, it’s clear that with the way he flushes and shifts a little and his grin turns a bit sharper that he’s not at all complaining with this reversal. The hand at the tie dips his fingers in and tugs at it lightly, tightening it just so against Danta’s windpipe, loosening a second later to trail down his chest and along each of the fine buttons he wears.
Humming an almost wistful sound, he slowly rolls his hips up against Danta’s, clear as his cock starts to fill out beneath the blonde that whatever this is, it’s working. “I think I would like to find out what that mouth of yours can do.” He purrs, lifting his hand to run his thumb along Danta’s lower lip, a dark brow rising in challenge, handing away the reins in a way that won’t, hopefully, have the Maverick turning so sinister.
Isn’t that a chaotic change for the butcher?
“Your subconscious comes out. You may do things you wouldn’t otherwise do.” It could come off as a threat, but with the way the Maverick rolls his hips against Asta’s, it’s clear that with the way he flushes and shifts a little and his grin turns a bit sharper that he’s not at all complaining with this reversal. The hand at the tie dips his fingers in and tugs at it lightly, tightening it just so against Danta’s windpipe, loosening a second later to trail down his chest and along each of the fine buttons he wears.
Humming an almost wistful sound, he slowly rolls his hips up against Danta’s, clear as his cock starts to fill out beneath the blonde that whatever this is, it’s working. “I think I would like to find out what that mouth of yours can do.” He purrs, lifting his hand to run his thumb along Danta’s lower lip, a dark brow rising in challenge, handing away the reins in a way that won’t, hopefully, have the Maverick turning so sinister.
Isn’t that a chaotic change for the butcher?
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
