// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
He knows he’s been succeeding, if the way Danta reacts is anything to be noted. He can tell from the way he curls into his touch, from the way he’s almost brimming like a live wire with every space they touch. But, he also notices the shift in his gaze, the one that seems less playful and more calculating. “I am anticipating a nightmare, if I am being honest.” His lips curve into a brighter smile, a wink offered to him before he’s watching Danta take a bite of the turkey he’d plucked from the plate.
Asta chews on his own bite, the cold cut meatier than he was expecting, a certain spice warmed into the rind of the meat. The butcher relishes in it even as his dark gaze tracks Danta’s movements, the warmth of his tongue as his fingers are cleaned, and his gaze darkens a touch. Releasing him enough to grab the slices of bread, he’s quite happy to share, his arms dropping against his lower back and intertwining there, content to remain just as wrapped up with each other as they indulge in their dinner.
He leans in to take a bite of the bread when offered, the spice of the chili flooding his tongue with warmth paired with the savory taste of the bread, the butcher sighs with content as he swallows down the bite. “I am pleasantly surprised. Let me check on the soup.” if the soup is anything like these have been so far, they’re in for a real treat.
He leans in to press a kiss to his lover’s lips, lingering with the taste of savory chili butter, before he’s reluctantly withdrawing to turn toward the pot, lifting the lid and snagging the serving spoon to stir it, checking the temperature. Finding it pleasantly warmed through, the butcher glances over his shoulder with a grin. “Would you kindly bring over our bowls?” His tail flicks contently behind him, already eagerly imagining tearing the bread up and dipping it into the soup.
Asta chews on his own bite, the cold cut meatier than he was expecting, a certain spice warmed into the rind of the meat. The butcher relishes in it even as his dark gaze tracks Danta’s movements, the warmth of his tongue as his fingers are cleaned, and his gaze darkens a touch. Releasing him enough to grab the slices of bread, he’s quite happy to share, his arms dropping against his lower back and intertwining there, content to remain just as wrapped up with each other as they indulge in their dinner.
He leans in to take a bite of the bread when offered, the spice of the chili flooding his tongue with warmth paired with the savory taste of the bread, the butcher sighs with content as he swallows down the bite. “I am pleasantly surprised. Let me check on the soup.” if the soup is anything like these have been so far, they’re in for a real treat.
He leans in to press a kiss to his lover’s lips, lingering with the taste of savory chili butter, before he’s reluctantly withdrawing to turn toward the pot, lifting the lid and snagging the serving spoon to stir it, checking the temperature. Finding it pleasantly warmed through, the butcher glances over his shoulder with a grin. “Would you kindly bring over our bowls?” His tail flicks contently behind him, already eagerly imagining tearing the bread up and dipping it into the soup.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
