so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
With the Maverick’s lips still pressed against the back of his neck, Asta’s head remains tucked neatly to rest closer to his chest, his forehead pressed against his folded forearms. “I would have, yes.” Is he being truthful? Hard to say. He may or may not have felt it necessary, depending on who was around to help. But the threat of it is amusing enough to him that he can’t back down now from the challenge.
Feeling the warm breath snake across his neck and the bite that pinches at his skin, radiating a small amount of pain, the hands that walk down his spine will be met with a flurry of goosebumps and a too content hum of a sound, until the blonde has sat back and relaxes his grip. And it’s about now that the butcher’s arms straighten a bit, propping him up onto his elbows which effectively pushes Danta back a bit further toward his ass, not impeded by the tail that usually resides there. His hornless head turns to glance at him over his shoulder, the smirk blooming bright even from this distance.
“Well, you did have a wonderful nap.” He starts to say, rolling his head a little as a few light pops ricochet through his neck, made loose by Danta’s help. “A drink sounds lovely, though. What did you have in mind?” The butcher hums, before he’s twisting, shifting to try and keep Danta astride him as he flips onto his back, elbows still propping him up as his dark honeyed gaze finds the bright blues of the blonde’s.
Feeling the warm breath snake across his neck and the bite that pinches at his skin, radiating a small amount of pain, the hands that walk down his spine will be met with a flurry of goosebumps and a too content hum of a sound, until the blonde has sat back and relaxes his grip. And it’s about now that the butcher’s arms straighten a bit, propping him up onto his elbows which effectively pushes Danta back a bit further toward his ass, not impeded by the tail that usually resides there. His hornless head turns to glance at him over his shoulder, the smirk blooming bright even from this distance.
“Well, you did have a wonderful nap.” He starts to say, rolling his head a little as a few light pops ricochet through his neck, made loose by Danta’s help. “A drink sounds lovely, though. What did you have in mind?” The butcher hums, before he’s twisting, shifting to try and keep Danta astride him as he flips onto his back, elbows still propping him up as his dark honeyed gaze finds the bright blues of the blonde’s.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
