// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Let it not be said that Danta wasn’t smart, because that’s exactly what the butcher seeks. Enough to play around, but at the end of the day he wants to be the one to leave the bruising marks, the bites left behind, the scratches and soreness in days time.
Another groan escapes him to feel the vibration of Danta’s own around his cock, the butcher’s tail waving slightly as it sneaks around to stroke along the blonde Ancient’s back, at least however briefly it lasts as Danta draws back from his length to stand, to slip out of those tight leather pants that truly don’t leave much of anything to the imagination (certainly not the strain of them from the other man’s own arousal), and he catches his breath as he goes to sit up a bit more as if to help regardless of what the Maverick has said.
But it’s done with surprisingly quick work, and before Asta can clear his mind enough to actually move, he’s pushed back down against the bed with the way Danta blankets him. It’s both a sweet and serene movement with the brimming chaos beneath of greed and hunger that their lips meet, Asta’s sharp teeth nipping at Danta’s lower lip, hands immediately finding the blonde’s hair, dragging his fingertips through it, snagging on pricks of his rainbow hued horns, before drifting lower and pressing possessive touches all over his back and along his spine.
He doesn’t move just yet beyond that, though, as if allowing the Maverick to tease and taunt him further.
Another groan escapes him to feel the vibration of Danta’s own around his cock, the butcher’s tail waving slightly as it sneaks around to stroke along the blonde Ancient’s back, at least however briefly it lasts as Danta draws back from his length to stand, to slip out of those tight leather pants that truly don’t leave much of anything to the imagination (certainly not the strain of them from the other man’s own arousal), and he catches his breath as he goes to sit up a bit more as if to help regardless of what the Maverick has said.
But it’s done with surprisingly quick work, and before Asta can clear his mind enough to actually move, he’s pushed back down against the bed with the way Danta blankets him. It’s both a sweet and serene movement with the brimming chaos beneath of greed and hunger that their lips meet, Asta’s sharp teeth nipping at Danta’s lower lip, hands immediately finding the blonde’s hair, dragging his fingertips through it, snagging on pricks of his rainbow hued horns, before drifting lower and pressing possessive touches all over his back and along his spine.
He doesn’t move just yet beyond that, though, as if allowing the Maverick to tease and taunt him further.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
