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
The kiss to his hair has him closing his eyes against the bright golden hour hue of the panorama in front of them, though Asta doesn’t mind. If anything he gets the warmth of the Climb unbothered by crows, with Danta in his arms, content to linger there for what felt like eternity if they wanted to.
“It appears right to me.” Though whether or not it was also romanticized for a time he knew how things worked, rather than being thrust into the new technology of the world, it was hard to say. What he knows, though, is that it seems right, and everything is perfect with the way the other man says into his arms, as he gets to be as open and loving unapologetically, even if Danta isn’t sure how to receive it entirely.
Hearing the low tone of his lover’s voice with the way he’s nodding off, the butcher presses a series of soft kisses against his neck where he can reach it, arms still possessive but gently wound around Danta to keep him close and relaxed. “I am so glad, darling. You deserve it.” Suddenly, for as impulsive a thought this change had been, he wonders what he can do next year to top this.
He has a year to think about it at least, and for now he wills the Climb’s sunset to continue as they both close their eyes, content to hold Danta for however long his doze takes, uninterrupted, pressing the occasional kiss against his skin before he buries the bridge of his nose in against citrus and sage and feels completely and utterly whole.
“It appears right to me.” Though whether or not it was also romanticized for a time he knew how things worked, rather than being thrust into the new technology of the world, it was hard to say. What he knows, though, is that it seems right, and everything is perfect with the way the other man says into his arms, as he gets to be as open and loving unapologetically, even if Danta isn’t sure how to receive it entirely.
Hearing the low tone of his lover’s voice with the way he’s nodding off, the butcher presses a series of soft kisses against his neck where he can reach it, arms still possessive but gently wound around Danta to keep him close and relaxed. “I am so glad, darling. You deserve it.” Suddenly, for as impulsive a thought this change had been, he wonders what he can do next year to top this.
He has a year to think about it at least, and for now he wills the Climb’s sunset to continue as they both close their eyes, content to hold Danta for however long his doze takes, uninterrupted, pressing the occasional kiss against his skin before he buries the bridge of his nose in against citrus and sage and feels completely and utterly whole.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
