now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
It’s a good thing Asta hasn’t mentioned when the intention is – whether he’d leave the door unlocked night after night or simply on the day he thinks it most likely to result in Danta’s heist. For now, though, with the fact that they’d be remaining here together without having to part for the foreseeable, the butcher’s quite content to drape into the touch and kiss of his lover.
Goosebumps continue to rise as fingers plunge through his dark hair, hooked into place by the Maverick’s legs winding around him. Not that he’d complain – he finds it’s quite likely his favorite place to be, nestled in their den, tangled up with each other, lacking precious oxygen. But, he has to break it eventually, guiding his kisses up against his lover’s cheekbone and ear, drifting down toward his neck to press soft and tender kisses to as he hears the admission and feels Danta twist his head.
He can feel the heat radiating from his lover’s cheek, in slow patches of rose pink that he obviously chases after with the press of his lips. “I have missed you too, darling.” He admits in a whisper – proud rather than nervous, because the time for hidden feelings were long over. Nosing into the wild blonde curls next, he continues to litter kisses against his temple. “If there is a next time I will try to ensure we are better prepared.” He admits, having realized how difficult it had been for the both of them, how much of their life it had disrupted.
It had been worth it though, especially as he continues to feel the soft touch of the bracelet on his arm. “However, for now I have you,” and no nightmares, “and that is all I desire.”
Goosebumps continue to rise as fingers plunge through his dark hair, hooked into place by the Maverick’s legs winding around him. Not that he’d complain – he finds it’s quite likely his favorite place to be, nestled in their den, tangled up with each other, lacking precious oxygen. But, he has to break it eventually, guiding his kisses up against his lover’s cheekbone and ear, drifting down toward his neck to press soft and tender kisses to as he hears the admission and feels Danta twist his head.
He can feel the heat radiating from his lover’s cheek, in slow patches of rose pink that he obviously chases after with the press of his lips. “I have missed you too, darling.” He admits in a whisper – proud rather than nervous, because the time for hidden feelings were long over. Nosing into the wild blonde curls next, he continues to litter kisses against his temple. “If there is a next time I will try to ensure we are better prepared.” He admits, having realized how difficult it had been for the both of them, how much of their life it had disrupted.
It had been worth it though, especially as he continues to feel the soft touch of the bracelet on his arm. “However, for now I have you,” and no nightmares, “and that is all I desire.”
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
