// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Danta answers the thought that blooms in Asta’s head, wondering just how much work Spice would have in her future to keep Flora cool, without freezing a part of them to stone. But her surprise is equally as amusing as it is truthful, his dark gaze slipping down to peer at Danta over Flora’s shoulder just as she seeks out the confirmation. Danta’s response sparks a snort from the butcher. “Thank you, darling.” Comes the soft hum to Flora’s sweet voice.
He settles for a few moments longer like that, drinking in the warmth and letting the alcohol flood through him, until Flora begins to move – untangling herself from them. His arm immediately moves from keeping her caught against his chest with a parting gentle flare of his fingers, and when Danta replaces her momentarily to check in with him, he’s all too pleased with the constant checks that he angles his head toward Danta, pressing a series of gentle kisses to his own cheek, ear, and neck. A silent confirmation that he’s fine, but a small whisper of “I will need to hunt in the morning,” that might accentuate why he’d been so intense.
Pulling away and watching as Danta pulls his clothes on, Asta wastes little time in standing as well – feeling his shoulders pop as he rolls them out, snagging his own clothes to slip on with much more ease than he would otherwise have if he had his full get up. Suddenly glad for the minimalist waistcoat he wears, he perks up immediately to the corset, already in motion before Danta volunteers him – flashing a sharp grin over his shoulder to his lover in confirmation.
Snagging the corset from her and standing behind her, he slips it gently onto her skin, hovering over her shoulder as he gets the laces even in the top so that it wouldn’t be lopsided at the base. “He whines the whole time, too.” He touts playfully, shooting a wink to Danta before his warm fingers make deft work of her corset, tying it up beautifully.
"There, how is that?" He hums, pulling away and raking a hand through his hair to place it back to mostly perfect, surveying his work.
He settles for a few moments longer like that, drinking in the warmth and letting the alcohol flood through him, until Flora begins to move – untangling herself from them. His arm immediately moves from keeping her caught against his chest with a parting gentle flare of his fingers, and when Danta replaces her momentarily to check in with him, he’s all too pleased with the constant checks that he angles his head toward Danta, pressing a series of gentle kisses to his own cheek, ear, and neck. A silent confirmation that he’s fine, but a small whisper of “I will need to hunt in the morning,” that might accentuate why he’d been so intense.
Pulling away and watching as Danta pulls his clothes on, Asta wastes little time in standing as well – feeling his shoulders pop as he rolls them out, snagging his own clothes to slip on with much more ease than he would otherwise have if he had his full get up. Suddenly glad for the minimalist waistcoat he wears, he perks up immediately to the corset, already in motion before Danta volunteers him – flashing a sharp grin over his shoulder to his lover in confirmation.
Snagging the corset from her and standing behind her, he slips it gently onto her skin, hovering over her shoulder as he gets the laces even in the top so that it wouldn’t be lopsided at the base. “He whines the whole time, too.” He touts playfully, shooting a wink to Danta before his warm fingers make deft work of her corset, tying it up beautifully.
"There, how is that?" He hums, pulling away and raking a hand through his hair to place it back to mostly perfect, surveying his work.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
