the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
He isn’t sure if he should believe Danta entirely to hear he has never been better. But he’s also in no position to argue as he feels the kiss to his cheek, and it takes everything in him not to just slump his head onto the Maverick’s shoulder that pulses with heat and likely pain.
“Yes.” He says softly, slowly, before he’s carefully running his tongue along his lips, trying to clean up a bit before finding it within him to loosen the grip he seems to have on his lover. “Though, I should hunt soon.” He murmurs, so that Danta can keep him somewhat accountable for it, if he wasn’t sure how close he was to it beforehand.
In terms of first aid kits, though, a hoarse and low rumble of a laugh vibrates through his chest, reverberating through Danta in turn. “As a matter of fact, I did bring a few first aid kits.” Because they both know Asta tends to end up hurt one way or another. He’d started preparing himself. So it’s with careful and dexterous, loving maneuvering that the butcher separates them, shuddering with a moment of overstimulation before he’s able to slip off the bed, padding out of their den. Tension seems nonexistent in the butcher’s shoulders, evident in the way his tail also drags across the wooden floor as he retrieves the first aid kit and a bucket of water and a few rags — returning with the rags and kit in one hand, cradling the bowl of water with fiery fingers to warm it up so it isn’t so cold. “Let me clean you up.” Let me pamper you.
“Yes.” He says softly, slowly, before he’s carefully running his tongue along his lips, trying to clean up a bit before finding it within him to loosen the grip he seems to have on his lover. “Though, I should hunt soon.” He murmurs, so that Danta can keep him somewhat accountable for it, if he wasn’t sure how close he was to it beforehand.
In terms of first aid kits, though, a hoarse and low rumble of a laugh vibrates through his chest, reverberating through Danta in turn. “As a matter of fact, I did bring a few first aid kits.” Because they both know Asta tends to end up hurt one way or another. He’d started preparing himself. So it’s with careful and dexterous, loving maneuvering that the butcher separates them, shuddering with a moment of overstimulation before he’s able to slip off the bed, padding out of their den. Tension seems nonexistent in the butcher’s shoulders, evident in the way his tail also drags across the wooden floor as he retrieves the first aid kit and a bucket of water and a few rags — returning with the rags and kit in one hand, cradling the bowl of water with fiery fingers to warm it up so it isn’t so cold. “Let me clean you up.” Let me pamper you.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
