Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
Not unlike a little ghost shrouded in blankets, does Astaroth find Danta as he returns. Temporarily, given the blanket comes off as he sets the tray down and the second he shrugs out of the shirt and sits back on the bed, Danta’s warmth is shared against his spine, and the tension that has been settling in his shoulders starts to bleed away.
Pouring the wine into the glasses and setting it on the nightstand beside the bed, Asta draws his long legs up and crosses them under him, reaching back with his free arm to tug the Maverick a little bit closer. “You’re welcome, my dear.” He hums as he takes a sip so casually, swallowing it down to tilt his head lightly against the long blonde he can feel brushing against his good shoulder, bearded jaw meeting the stubble of the other man’s shaved head. “Quite busy.” He begins to say. “I got invited thrice on my journey to retrieve this. And someone even managed to grab a handful of my ass.” He drawls the last bit, and if he had visible fyrhund ears at the moment, you can bet they’d be pinned.
“I left behind an imprint of my tail. My hands were busy, you see.” A low hum of a laugh starts to break from him.
Pouring the wine into the glasses and setting it on the nightstand beside the bed, Asta draws his long legs up and crosses them under him, reaching back with his free arm to tug the Maverick a little bit closer. “You’re welcome, my dear.” He hums as he takes a sip so casually, swallowing it down to tilt his head lightly against the long blonde he can feel brushing against his good shoulder, bearded jaw meeting the stubble of the other man’s shaved head. “Quite busy.” He begins to say. “I got invited thrice on my journey to retrieve this. And someone even managed to grab a handful of my ass.” He drawls the last bit, and if he had visible fyrhund ears at the moment, you can bet they’d be pinned.
“I left behind an imprint of my tail. My hands were busy, you see.” A low hum of a laugh starts to break from him.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
