// up above so, up above so quiet //
Hands roam along the dried blood on his skin, before he starts to unbutton his shirt, opening it up and half tugging it down as his shoulders become visable. It’s precisely the time Danta’s arms wrap around his middle and his chin presses over his shoulder. Asta’s arms slip around the other man’s arms, humming lightly to the request before his head tilts to press against the side of the Maverick’s head.
“I will.” He murmurs, tail brushing against Danta’s side as he shifts to move, staying in the blonde’s arms, twisting to face him and press his fire heated chest into the other man. Hands rise to run along Danta’s bare shoulders, guiding up to cup his sharp jaw, dark eyes scanning the blood dried to his skin. He says nothing else, but instead walks Danta back toward the bed until he can sit and offer some movement for Asta to shed out of his blood soaked clothes, caring little for folding them for once (a clear sign of his relaxation and contentness), and instead leaving them as a pile on the floor by the corner of the bed.
“I will.” He murmurs, tail brushing against Danta’s side as he shifts to move, staying in the blonde’s arms, twisting to face him and press his fire heated chest into the other man. Hands rise to run along Danta’s bare shoulders, guiding up to cup his sharp jaw, dark eyes scanning the blood dried to his skin. He says nothing else, but instead walks Danta back toward the bed until he can sit and offer some movement for Asta to shed out of his blood soaked clothes, caring little for folding them for once (a clear sign of his relaxation and contentness), and instead leaving them as a pile on the floor by the corner of the bed.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
