you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
“Oh yes.” Asta purrs, because if Danta thought about it long enough he would certainly see the way his gaze lingered each time
The gilded shirt was donned, each time the Maverick wore so many jewels that light reflected from him with each and every way he moved. Captivated, awed, and wanting nothing more than to bask in his presence.
A snort is heard with the mention of Kiada and her bony knees, though, and he affectionately blinks down at the Maverick with that grin still playing on his lips. “Perhaps I should put you in it.” And make it worth his while, maybe. But there’s a leg hooking around him and he straddles Danta a bit easier with it, body curled over him to dive into the kiss to say the words he doesn’t air into the space between them.
The hands in his hair spark a hum of appreciation, though, content to let his wounded tongue speak more volumes between them silently before Danta’s withdrawing, and yes, he does feel the spark of heat and pressure from the blonde down below as he meets the other Ancient’s grin. A cold shower sounds like not the ideal thing, though, given how warm he is right now and how content he is to be nestled into the Maverick. And so he dives back in, trailing his lips along Danta’s jaw and neck, fingertips curling in the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. “Do I wind you up that much, darling?” He asks through a deeper accented tone, his hot breath raking across the exposed skin.
The gilded shirt was donned, each time the Maverick wore so many jewels that light reflected from him with each and every way he moved. Captivated, awed, and wanting nothing more than to bask in his presence.
A snort is heard with the mention of Kiada and her bony knees, though, and he affectionately blinks down at the Maverick with that grin still playing on his lips. “Perhaps I should put you in it.” And make it worth his while, maybe. But there’s a leg hooking around him and he straddles Danta a bit easier with it, body curled over him to dive into the kiss to say the words he doesn’t air into the space between them.
The hands in his hair spark a hum of appreciation, though, content to let his wounded tongue speak more volumes between them silently before Danta’s withdrawing, and yes, he does feel the spark of heat and pressure from the blonde down below as he meets the other Ancient’s grin. A cold shower sounds like not the ideal thing, though, given how warm he is right now and how content he is to be nestled into the Maverick. And so he dives back in, trailing his lips along Danta’s jaw and neck, fingertips curling in the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. “Do I wind you up that much, darling?” He asks through a deeper accented tone, his hot breath raking across the exposed skin.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
