we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Heavy lidded as he peers up at his lover, Asta keeps the small smile tugging the corners of his lips as he does in fact take advantage of the momentary parting. “Maybe once in the past..” He trails off playfully, shedding himself of his own pants and the shirt that’s still clinging to his arms. And given that it’s Danta’s birthday celebration, well, he doesn’t even go through the whole bratty response of folding them. They’d dropped off the edge of the bed just as Danta’s were, lost for however long on the floor until they deemed them necessary again.
Though something tells him it won’t be for a while.
Pushed back against the bed, though, the butcher lets the soft huff of amusement leave his lips, exhaling a grateful sigh as Danta’s hand drags along his side to grab his hips, hitching him closer. The whisper is as much a boon as the possessiveness with which Danta grabs him, and it stokes the fire low in his belly to begin to burn hotter, flushing his cheeks and neck with patches of pink amongst the bronze. “I want you, too.” His accented whisper in return is punctuated with the raise of his hands, plunging them through Danta’s blonde again, his legs shifting to wrap around Danta and press his heels in against his lower back, his tail selfishly angling to snatch ahold of Danta’s own to wind around for that added bit of connection.
Angled just-so, so that Danta wouldn't have to fight too much, he looks up at him with a coquettish flare to his face, chin tilting up to offer his neck and the rest of him to be fucked into oblivion, which he's positive the Maverick won't disappoint in that regard.
Though something tells him it won’t be for a while.
Pushed back against the bed, though, the butcher lets the soft huff of amusement leave his lips, exhaling a grateful sigh as Danta’s hand drags along his side to grab his hips, hitching him closer. The whisper is as much a boon as the possessiveness with which Danta grabs him, and it stokes the fire low in his belly to begin to burn hotter, flushing his cheeks and neck with patches of pink amongst the bronze. “I want you, too.” His accented whisper in return is punctuated with the raise of his hands, plunging them through Danta’s blonde again, his legs shifting to wrap around Danta and press his heels in against his lower back, his tail selfishly angling to snatch ahold of Danta’s own to wind around for that added bit of connection.
Angled just-so, so that Danta wouldn't have to fight too much, he looks up at him with a coquettish flare to his face, chin tilting up to offer his neck and the rest of him to be fucked into oblivion, which he's positive the Maverick won't disappoint in that regard.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
