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
“Then we should go all out, should we not?” He breathes against the Maverick’s jaw as he makes his approach, leaning in and pressing his lips against the smooth pale skin, warmed by Torchline’a comfortable heat. He does realize it is a sharp curve, it’s one the butcher is currently learning himself, too. It’s been bumpy and difficult, but they have both seemed to find their place at least.
And for that, the butcher is quietly grateful for the vacation.
Diving into the kiss once it’s offered, it is a good thing Danta breaks it first. Between the hands in his hair and the truly sweet and refreshing kiss he dives into, Asta isn’t sure he wants to give him up just yet. But, he can be patient, and so he is as the blonde shifts to stand and the butcher settles back into the towel on the sand, eyes a touch heavy lidded as he watches the other man saunter away. “I wouldn’t dare to.” Danta brings all the fun anyway.
The sunglasses Asta had somehow lost in his sleep get replaced, only so that he doesn’t have to keep squinting at the waves, relaxing with his back pressed against the board again, he seems almost entirely peaceful. And maybe even asleep again while Danta’s gone.
He isn’t, but it’s a statement to how relaxed he is at the present moment, listening to the loud roar of the waves nearby as the tide shifts and changes.
And for that, the butcher is quietly grateful for the vacation.
Diving into the kiss once it’s offered, it is a good thing Danta breaks it first. Between the hands in his hair and the truly sweet and refreshing kiss he dives into, Asta isn’t sure he wants to give him up just yet. But, he can be patient, and so he is as the blonde shifts to stand and the butcher settles back into the towel on the sand, eyes a touch heavy lidded as he watches the other man saunter away. “I wouldn’t dare to.” Danta brings all the fun anyway.
The sunglasses Asta had somehow lost in his sleep get replaced, only so that he doesn’t have to keep squinting at the waves, relaxing with his back pressed against the board again, he seems almost entirely peaceful. And maybe even asleep again while Danta’s gone.
He isn’t, but it’s a statement to how relaxed he is at the present moment, listening to the loud roar of the waves nearby as the tide shifts and changes.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
