// i am the righteous hand of god //
The kiss soothes any lingering doubts or worries once again, enough that the butcher presses into it however long that Danta can stand it – after all, Astaroth still felt like he was buzzing with starlight in the face of the panic attack the blonde had just gone through. So when he parts, their foreheads meet, his horns careful to not knock into Danta’s own, his arms move to slide down the blonde’s sides in a gentler, more reverent touch. “We have been meaning to begin training again.” A playful reminder that leaves his lips, moving just enough to rid the both of them of the rest of their clothes, until their warm bodies can press against each other again.
To this, Asta fights with keeping Danta pressed up against his neck and simultaneously trying to drape the blankets and furs over them, tangling his legs with the Theocrat’s and his tail like an anchor, his bearded cheek presses in against the top of blonde curls. “You should get some rest, darling.” He hums, arms winding around Danta’s middle, one walking his fingertips up his spine to the blonde that he runs his fingers through in gentle, soothing strokes.
To this, Asta fights with keeping Danta pressed up against his neck and simultaneously trying to drape the blankets and furs over them, tangling his legs with the Theocrat’s and his tail like an anchor, his bearded cheek presses in against the top of blonde curls. “You should get some rest, darling.” He hums, arms winding around Danta’s middle, one walking his fingertips up his spine to the blonde that he runs his fingers through in gentle, soothing strokes.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
