// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Drawn to the slender golden expanse of Flora’s neck as she exposes more of it for him, the butcher takes full advantage of the opportunity. His kisses lingering, smelling of sweet coconut and smoke, a soft and warm press while Danta works and Asta’s fingertips in Danta’s waistband aim to urge the point. He shifts only to help tug the corset free from where it’s smooshed between him and Flora. He doesn’t drift far to set it aside, doing his best attempt to toss it somewhere it won’t get trampled on, with Flora’s fingers tight in his hair to keep him precisely where he is.
He noses into her golden curls briefly before Danta’s surging a bit closer, capturing the butcher’s lips in a consuming kiss — obviously because the Maverick would likely be busy on his knees. So they part with the low rumble of desire slipping from the butcher’s lips, a calculated slice of his teeth against the inside of his cheek fills the previous coconut and smoke with a twist of metallic iron, but enough that he can leave a brief rosy press of his lips against Flora’s throat while also pressing his hips into her as Danta kneels.
One hand abandons the Maverick for Flora’s smooth skin, the warmth of his hand radiating as it flattens against her stomach and rises to her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple almost idly as if trying to see what kind of reaction she might have to be the main focus. His other hand remains on Danta, rising as he lowers, his fingertips threading through blonde curls and against the smooth ridges of diamond horns. “A lovely view, isn’t he?” Comes the butcher’s purr to Flora’s ear; head tilted enough to be able to watch the rise and fall of Flora’s chest and his lover between her legs. It sparks more of a thrill through him, the embers of his desire sparking into a wildfire.
Only once Danta has fully settled and gotten her free of her remaining attire does the butcher’s hand leave him. Rising to join the other at Flora’s chest, cupping each of her breasts and giving that electrifying attention with each pass of his thumbs. His tail sweeps over, curving around his and Flora’s hips to brush against Danta’s neck and shoulder. “He truly excels with his mouth.” In so many delicious ways.
He noses into her golden curls briefly before Danta’s surging a bit closer, capturing the butcher’s lips in a consuming kiss — obviously because the Maverick would likely be busy on his knees. So they part with the low rumble of desire slipping from the butcher’s lips, a calculated slice of his teeth against the inside of his cheek fills the previous coconut and smoke with a twist of metallic iron, but enough that he can leave a brief rosy press of his lips against Flora’s throat while also pressing his hips into her as Danta kneels.
One hand abandons the Maverick for Flora’s smooth skin, the warmth of his hand radiating as it flattens against her stomach and rises to her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple almost idly as if trying to see what kind of reaction she might have to be the main focus. His other hand remains on Danta, rising as he lowers, his fingertips threading through blonde curls and against the smooth ridges of diamond horns. “A lovely view, isn’t he?” Comes the butcher’s purr to Flora’s ear; head tilted enough to be able to watch the rise and fall of Flora’s chest and his lover between her legs. It sparks more of a thrill through him, the embers of his desire sparking into a wildfire.
Only once Danta has fully settled and gotten her free of her remaining attire does the butcher’s hand leave him. Rising to join the other at Flora’s chest, cupping each of her breasts and giving that electrifying attention with each pass of his thumbs. His tail sweeps over, curving around his and Flora’s hips to brush against Danta’s neck and shoulder. “He truly excels with his mouth.” In so many delicious ways.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
