[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

Oh Asta absolutely isn’t prepared for any twist in the plans, and he’s grateful when Danta doesn’t mess with the flow of it despite very much being able to. “Not without a reason.” He drawls, voice softening as if thoughtful for a moment. “However, I recall telling you that I was a man of my word?” Time and time again, not even in this second chance at a life. It had been a saying since they’d first met, too.

It’s the way Danta takes in the view that dark eyes catch his reaction in their reflection, lips curling into a smirk where they press kisses to his shoulder again. “Now, where were we..” He hums, as if he had forgotten. He hadn’t. But he lets his shadows continue to warble, shift and adjust against Danta’s skin, horned head and mussed hair falling onto the Maverick’s shoulder when he dives in to press his lips to his neck. He also takes the time to shimmy out of the rest of his clothes. And the sight Danta will be met with is the one of the butcher’s head buried in the crook of his neck, teeth piercing lightly into the smooth flesh there; a deep hum escaping him as the shiver escapes him and makes his shadows warble even further, exactly at the same time that his free hand lowers to wrap around Danta’s cock, mixing the pain with the pleasure.

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing