the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Oh but threatening with a good time are the best threats to give. You would know, Danta.
The grin sparks into something wider, briefly, because the blonde is surging into a heated and lovely kiss, and the butcher’s arms immediately wind around the Maverick, knowing full well that he’s at whatever whim Asta has in that moment. For now, though, he’s content to let Danta start it.
And gods, he’s so glad he did, “pinned” beneath Danta with a kiss that tastes of copper when he pulls away, Astaroth spends very little time trying to determine who’s the cause. Heat and lust invade his already dark gaze, the spark of his bloodlust sharper than it had been earlier with the piercing of his ears but no less intense.
Taking the brief moment they’ve parted to absolutely take control, the butcher’s arms tighten imperceptibly as he rolls them, pushing Danta back down into the bed so that the butcher can hover above him, grin sharp and seductive as he lets his glamour loose, horns extending from his skull and casting a flickering shadow across Danta’s chest, his voice becomes a low and husky purr. “Now what to do with you, hm?” For wrinkling the shirt, maybe, or any other reason that seems suitable (as if they need one).
The grin sparks into something wider, briefly, because the blonde is surging into a heated and lovely kiss, and the butcher’s arms immediately wind around the Maverick, knowing full well that he’s at whatever whim Asta has in that moment. For now, though, he’s content to let Danta start it.
And gods, he’s so glad he did, “pinned” beneath Danta with a kiss that tastes of copper when he pulls away, Astaroth spends very little time trying to determine who’s the cause. Heat and lust invade his already dark gaze, the spark of his bloodlust sharper than it had been earlier with the piercing of his ears but no less intense.
Taking the brief moment they’ve parted to absolutely take control, the butcher’s arms tighten imperceptibly as he rolls them, pushing Danta back down into the bed so that the butcher can hover above him, grin sharp and seductive as he lets his glamour loose, horns extending from his skull and casting a flickering shadow across Danta’s chest, his voice becomes a low and husky purr. “Now what to do with you, hm?” For wrinkling the shirt, maybe, or any other reason that seems suitable (as if they need one).
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
