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
The tilt of the Theocrat’s head into disinterest is one that has Asta not at all imagining he’s actually bored of this. Because Danta’s fingers continue their idle little strokes against his thigh and the butcher’s essentially all wrapped up in him, especially as his teeth click with the threat of a nip. It’s about when he withdraws to retrieve his mojito, aiming to take a sip when teeth press against his neck.
Ordinarily, this would be a position that the butcher would do everything in his capability to avoid, but with Danta? There’s no subconscious fear there that the blonde would tear his throat out, regardless of how ready and prepared he seemed with the pressure applied. Enough, in fact, that he takes the sip of the mojito and with the swallow can feel the amplified pressure of teeth with a hum of appreciation, and admittedly heat rising to his cheeks and sparking through his chest and racing south.
A gentle kiss is left and Asta’s breath hitches when Danta pulls away, settling into the taller Ancient’s shoulder. Setting the mojito down now that a very nice and comfortable buzz has formed in his mind, his arm wrapped around Danta has his hand slipping closer to the blonde’s chest, tracing designs into his neck and against his collarbone. “Truthfully I have not put much thought into it.” He admits a touch slowly, before his head tilts slightly, dark hair blending into the blonde of Danta’s. “I have never thought myself capable of it, if we are being honest.” He says slowly, his hands and their drawn designs equally slowing as if he’s thinking quite hard about it, his dark gaze drifting off toward the horizon as if it might help to gather his thoughts.
Ordinarily, this would be a position that the butcher would do everything in his capability to avoid, but with Danta? There’s no subconscious fear there that the blonde would tear his throat out, regardless of how ready and prepared he seemed with the pressure applied. Enough, in fact, that he takes the sip of the mojito and with the swallow can feel the amplified pressure of teeth with a hum of appreciation, and admittedly heat rising to his cheeks and sparking through his chest and racing south.
A gentle kiss is left and Asta’s breath hitches when Danta pulls away, settling into the taller Ancient’s shoulder. Setting the mojito down now that a very nice and comfortable buzz has formed in his mind, his arm wrapped around Danta has his hand slipping closer to the blonde’s chest, tracing designs into his neck and against his collarbone. “Truthfully I have not put much thought into it.” He admits a touch slowly, before his head tilts slightly, dark hair blending into the blonde of Danta’s. “I have never thought myself capable of it, if we are being honest.” He says slowly, his hands and their drawn designs equally slowing as if he’s thinking quite hard about it, his dark gaze drifting off toward the horizon as if it might help to gather his thoughts.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
