// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Heat melds with the pressure against his back, over gnarled scar tissue and the warm drip of blood from the bite left behind. But all the butcher can think about is the bliss of it, the way Danta’s cheek feels soft against his shoulder, pale in comparison to the bronze of his own complexion. Each slow thrust brings the come down, the tingling of his feet growing less and less abrupt, and the slow realization that the muscles in his thighs won’t stop quaking.
He doesn’t mind being pinned to the door, surprisingly, unlike his usual choices. He’s almost tamed, relaxed, flushed and content. The hands at his hips start to relax and Asta only melts with it more, his own breathless hum of a laugh escaping him. “And how are you finding yourself now that you have?” The butcher asks in a low and deep voice, amusement flaring for a few moments as he turns his horned head a fraction more, peering over the wound back at his lover before he’s able to find the strength in his arms to straighten up.
He doesn’t mind being pinned to the door, surprisingly, unlike his usual choices. He’s almost tamed, relaxed, flushed and content. The hands at his hips start to relax and Asta only melts with it more, his own breathless hum of a laugh escaping him. “And how are you finding yourself now that you have?” The butcher asks in a low and deep voice, amusement flaring for a few moments as he turns his horned head a fraction more, peering over the wound back at his lover before he’s able to find the strength in his arms to straighten up.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
