laps up the vice like a wolf in the night

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

A soft groan of agreement when it comes to accepted and their items. It’s enough to replace the frown on his face with a small amused smirk, sighing heavily into the skin pressed against his lips. “Well had I known that was the intention, I may have packed it and brought it along.” But poor, poor Asta had not made the connection that a date = sex. Especially on the first one.

Rolling his eyes immediately, Asta can feel the laughter before it bubbles out of the Maverick’s body, sighing and shifting the second he’s tilted up and the kiss is placed on his forehead. “Both of them hurt, thank you very much. And this one as well.” Shifting so that Danta might see the circlet of bites and scratches he’d decorated his bicep with.

As for why he feels wrong, he situates a bit to sit up so that he might look at Danta’s face, so that brighter blues might meet the abyss that makes up the butcher’s gaze as he stares down at him. “I feel wrong because I made her cry when I chose not to continue and she tried to save the moment.” And it had felt oily and wrong whether he continued or didn’t, whether she wanted him to use her or not. And he didn’t want to feel like that anymore.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line