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
All the twisting has the shirt unbuttoning, where Danta’s hand presses against scar tissue and immense warmth soaked up from the sand below. Asta heeds it little mind as he flashes that bright smirk to the Maverick, watching as he peers down the beach, his dark gaze not following in favor of watching the reflection of the sun against the blonde in his lap. It dances across diamond horns, while his own are still unable to be seen, and it glimmers along the outline of his hair casting him in a golden glow. “It is vacation…” He considers for a moment, head tilting slightly as he considers it, dark strands of his hair sweeping back from his temple to fall across his ear now that the horns don’t block the movement.
“I would like something sweet but refreshing.” He makes his request easily, before he’s pushing up against the hand at his chest, looking perfectly normal and not Ancient as he places a kiss to the edge of Danta’s jaw as if it might guide him back to claim a kiss from his full lips before the blonde inevitably departs to retrieve their drinks.
“I would like something sweet but refreshing.” He makes his request easily, before he’s pushing up against the hand at his chest, looking perfectly normal and not Ancient as he places a kiss to the edge of Danta’s jaw as if it might guide him back to claim a kiss from his full lips before the blonde inevitably departs to retrieve their drinks.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
