the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“That entirely depends, does it not?” Comes the heavy purr again, tinged in iron and heady as he debates just what to do with the other man, even as Danta moves so willingly however the butcher dictates. There are times where Asta is more raw emotionally, more into the anxieties and stressors that are unfounded but alleviated in the ability to be sweet and serene, to right wrongs previously placed.
There are also times where his blood lust edges on the territory of danger, and that rawness becomes a feral beast, lurking beneath his skin, craving to take and devour as opposed to love and worship.
It’s the former that Danta will find, even if the reasoning for said reaction is dull. They’re here now, and as the blonde hooks his leg around his waist to encourage him closer, that’s when the butcher makes his decision. “Is that so?” Comes yet another question, one that lightens the mischief in his darkened, lustful gaze. The hand at Danta’s cheek falls down along his chest, smearing the small droplets of blood that had spilt.
He unwinds his tail from Danta’s arm all while unhooking the other Ancient’s leg, utilizing the moment of distraction to flip the blonde to draw him closer. Hands smooth along his hips and up his spine, not unlike what had happened in the hot springs. “Much better, don’t you think?” It’s absolutely a tease, said in the same breath as how he draws Danta back, still taunting and teasing with how he’s still half clothed in comparison to his lover.
There are also times where his blood lust edges on the territory of danger, and that rawness becomes a feral beast, lurking beneath his skin, craving to take and devour as opposed to love and worship.
It’s the former that Danta will find, even if the reasoning for said reaction is dull. They’re here now, and as the blonde hooks his leg around his waist to encourage him closer, that’s when the butcher makes his decision. “Is that so?” Comes yet another question, one that lightens the mischief in his darkened, lustful gaze. The hand at Danta’s cheek falls down along his chest, smearing the small droplets of blood that had spilt.
He unwinds his tail from Danta’s arm all while unhooking the other Ancient’s leg, utilizing the moment of distraction to flip the blonde to draw him closer. Hands smooth along his hips and up his spine, not unlike what had happened in the hot springs. “Much better, don’t you think?” It’s absolutely a tease, said in the same breath as how he draws Danta back, still taunting and teasing with how he’s still half clothed in comparison to his lover.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
