Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
“Theocrat.” Asta repeats the words on an airy, dramatic purr, despite giving Danta all of the attention he can muster in this particular position where the Maverick is more inclined to be a backpack than anything else. But he does manage to adjust them and garner his affection wherever he can, smirking lightly to the idea that they’re nonethewiser should the Dusklight not manage without their boding presence.
Danta’s teeth nip at his fingers as he fusses and it only sparks a sharp grin to tug across the butcher’s face, cupping the other man’s cheek eventually and indulging in the gentle brush of his lips against his soft inner wrist, Asta’s tail unwinds from the Maverick’s leg to instead brush against the side of the other man. “Indeed it is.” He hums, punctuating it with a glimmer of mischief before he’s twisting and tugging Danta into his lap, keeping him just as close against him as possible as his free hand waves around in search for the gift that had gotten pushed to the end of the bed.
Plopping it back into the Maverick’s lap, dark eyes are expectant this time as he scans the other man’s face. “Now will you indulge me and open your present?”
Danta’s teeth nip at his fingers as he fusses and it only sparks a sharp grin to tug across the butcher’s face, cupping the other man’s cheek eventually and indulging in the gentle brush of his lips against his soft inner wrist, Asta’s tail unwinds from the Maverick’s leg to instead brush against the side of the other man. “Indeed it is.” He hums, punctuating it with a glimmer of mischief before he’s twisting and tugging Danta into his lap, keeping him just as close against him as possible as his free hand waves around in search for the gift that had gotten pushed to the end of the bed.
Plopping it back into the Maverick’s lap, dark eyes are expectant this time as he scans the other man’s face. “Now will you indulge me and open your present?”
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
