run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
In the time it takes to regain breaths and come down from the bliss, the butcher has loosened his glamour as he presses soft and reverent kisses to Danta’s spine. His tail curls contently even as Danta moves, sinking back to rest with his back to Asta’s chest. His arms wind around his middle, a kiss pressed to his temple before he shivers with the sensation of Danta’s fingertips running through his tousled hair and along the sharp tines of his horns.
“I am sure, darling.” He purrs, his head tilting slightly to feel the warm brush of his lips against his neck. It sparks a gentle smile to rest on his face, easy and tender, that accompanies the deep rumble of a chuckle that vibrates through his chest. “Truthfully, love, I could care less about the stag. You promised me luxere, after all. I am happy to wait.” He purrs, shifting slightly to make it easier for the Maverick to slip off the burnt table, though he does affectionately reach over to brush his fingertips along the hand marks.
“I am sure, darling.” He purrs, his head tilting slightly to feel the warm brush of his lips against his neck. It sparks a gentle smile to rest on his face, easy and tender, that accompanies the deep rumble of a chuckle that vibrates through his chest. “Truthfully, love, I could care less about the stag. You promised me luxere, after all. I am happy to wait.” He purrs, shifting slightly to make it easier for the Maverick to slip off the burnt table, though he does affectionately reach over to brush his fingertips along the hand marks.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
