// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The brief pause in the Maverick’s speech sparks that sharp smirk to bloom on the butcher’s face, dark eyes taking in the way that the blonde seems to succumb to whatever it is Astaroth chooses. It itches that controlling part of him, pausing in the thrusts to give him a chance to respond, head cocking slightly with the amusement of the initial answer to his blunt question, relishing the feel in the vibration that he can feel from where his thumb presses against Danta’s throat.
“Good.” He decides swiftly, giving zero hesitation before that hand at his throat lifts, pressing his chin up and exposing the hollow of the Maverick’s throat, Asta’s mind restrained enough (and thankfully recently sated by quite the best option for his bloodlust) that he simply nips light enough to leave a scratch or two, before he sucks a dark mark into the Maverick’s pale throat. His hands lower, dropping to Danta’s hips with that same possessive touch before they wind around behind him, helping to lift him just enough to sate that demanding pace of before, greedy and all encompassing.
“Good.” He decides swiftly, giving zero hesitation before that hand at his throat lifts, pressing his chin up and exposing the hollow of the Maverick’s throat, Asta’s mind restrained enough (and thankfully recently sated by quite the best option for his bloodlust) that he simply nips light enough to leave a scratch or two, before he sucks a dark mark into the Maverick’s pale throat. His hands lower, dropping to Danta’s hips with that same possessive touch before they wind around behind him, helping to lift him just enough to sate that demanding pace of before, greedy and all encompassing.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
