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
It’s the few blissful moments of Danta’s destruction, and Asta with his teeth buried in just enough to spark blood but not take, finds himself dragged that much closer. But it’s surprising, for him, because while the blonde may not know whether he’s quiet or not, the butcher does. And he’s succeeded in the task, with the bit back, muffled hum of his name, the way the Maverick bucks against him, has absolutely caught attention even if the quiet sounds haven’t. And he can’t say anything in response, either, not with where his teeth are.
He’s clutched closer, unable to see whether the stranger has accrued more to the beach or if they’ve simply vanished. What he does know, is that with Danta’s hands where they are at the nape of his neck, it makes it all the easier for him to lose control over the glamour, sparking those horns back into a heavy weight that has him diving further against Danta’s neck, chasing the iron and copper taste on his tongue as his tail unfurls and curls tightly around an exposed leg.
It’s the last few seconds of dragging out Danta’s pleasure before the butcher follows after, surprisingly losing their little bet with the muffled growl that escapes his lips louder than they’ve been trying to be, with how his hips buck sharply into the other Ancient.
He’s clutched closer, unable to see whether the stranger has accrued more to the beach or if they’ve simply vanished. What he does know, is that with Danta’s hands where they are at the nape of his neck, it makes it all the easier for him to lose control over the glamour, sparking those horns back into a heavy weight that has him diving further against Danta’s neck, chasing the iron and copper taste on his tongue as his tail unfurls and curls tightly around an exposed leg.
It’s the last few seconds of dragging out Danta’s pleasure before the butcher follows after, surprisingly losing their little bet with the muffled growl that escapes his lips louder than they’ve been trying to be, with how his hips buck sharply into the other Ancient.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
