Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Fingers slip through the long dark hair, caressing along his skin in a tender touch as opposed to the intensity of the massage earlier. It’s a sensation that Asta adores, evident in how he nestles in a touch more comfortable to let the Maverick continue the path he paves while the butcher does the same against Danta’s spine. “I am not sure. I think it may be at a good length right now. What do you think?” He hums, raising a dark brow to feel the gentle tug despite not being put off by it in the slightest.
His hair in question had grown since he’d been awakened and cut once to keep it so the length remained long enough to reach his shoulders and fan out a fraction along his spine — something he thinks he prefers as opposed to the opposite thought of cutting it short.
Ah, but then the mischief settles in and the apology not-apology is aired and Astaroth flashes sharp teeth as it blooms into a smirk to feel Danta arch against his hand at his back. His fingertips press in harder, possessive and clingy, and before he can get that retort off the tip of his tongue, the Maverick is kissing it away.
“I am afraid you will have to take me by surprise more often, darling.” He tuts while his hand smooths down Danta’s spine toward his lower back. “If you want it to be by accident.” Is he already mourning the loss of the ideas that have slipped into his head? Absolutely. Is he going to admit them? Unlikely.
His hair in question had grown since he’d been awakened and cut once to keep it so the length remained long enough to reach his shoulders and fan out a fraction along his spine — something he thinks he prefers as opposed to the opposite thought of cutting it short.
Ah, but then the mischief settles in and the apology not-apology is aired and Astaroth flashes sharp teeth as it blooms into a smirk to feel Danta arch against his hand at his back. His fingertips press in harder, possessive and clingy, and before he can get that retort off the tip of his tongue, the Maverick is kissing it away.
“I am afraid you will have to take me by surprise more often, darling.” He tuts while his hand smooths down Danta’s spine toward his lower back. “If you want it to be by accident.” Is he already mourning the loss of the ideas that have slipped into his head? Absolutely. Is he going to admit them? Unlikely.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
