// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“The best and worst nightmare to have ever befallen me.” The butcher drawls, keeping that hand against his lovers lower back as he uses his free hand to collect the lids of the preserves jars to place them on top and set them aside while Danta collects bowls and utensils. Luckily, it isn’t too much clean up, the majority is just putting things away and wiping down the floury surface from where Asta hadn’t managed to keep the flour contained perfectly well.
Humming a soft note, still fully distracted by the lingering taste of chocolate and blood in his mouth, the butcher tilts his horned head slightly. “About fifteen minutes, darling.” He murmurs, before he snorts. “I set the timer, do not worry.” his hand slides up a bit more to press his warm fingers against the bottom of his lovers shoulder blades.
He twists a touch toward him, though, subconsciously following his train of thought. “Was this perhaps a rouse to enact that fantasy of yours?” He asks, leaning on his elbow on the workstation, intentionally bending enough over the counter to have to look up at the Maverick with a raised brow and a dark gaze settled amongst slightly flushed skin.
Humming a soft note, still fully distracted by the lingering taste of chocolate and blood in his mouth, the butcher tilts his horned head slightly. “About fifteen minutes, darling.” He murmurs, before he snorts. “I set the timer, do not worry.” his hand slides up a bit more to press his warm fingers against the bottom of his lovers shoulder blades.
He twists a touch toward him, though, subconsciously following his train of thought. “Was this perhaps a rouse to enact that fantasy of yours?” He asks, leaning on his elbow on the workstation, intentionally bending enough over the counter to have to look up at the Maverick with a raised brow and a dark gaze settled amongst slightly flushed skin.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
