// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
It’s a beautiful view, one that Asta doesn’t want to miss. But of course, involuntarily, he can’t help the way his horned head rolls back to indulge, only able to watch through slits. But he makes up for it with the chorus of sounds that purr and burst from his chest, painting the air and ridding it of the crackle of flame, the twang of the guitar, the rush of waves that is drowned out by the blood rush in his ears, the sharp electricity that blooms down his spine to his hips, the delicious blooming of his voice through the din.
“Gods.” When Danta withdraws, it’s to a very flushed butcher, his olive skin warm enough that it almost looks as though he’s gotten a sunburn in the time they were in Torchline. He hasn’t, though, just flushed perfectly warm enough from Danta’s actions and the twitch of his hips and cock as the other Ancient doesn’t give much room for calm. Not that he’s complaining, not as he rights his head again and peers down at Danta with a too sharp smile.
“All is forgiven, darling.” Comes the breathy moan, for Danta’s ears only as his hand tightens in the blonde locks as he’s blanketed. Asta’s body is warm, hot to the touch, a burning flame cast by Danta’s attentions, and it has him falling back again, gracefully enough to let both his hands tug him up higher, hitching his legs around him, smirking as he tries to catch his breath. “Is it my turn?” He asks through a low and sultry rumble, despite not waiting as his tail sneaks up in between his arm and Danta’s body, winding around Danta’s cock in turn and stroking a pleasant pace to get him to match the fire that’s been stoked in his chest.
“Gods.” When Danta withdraws, it’s to a very flushed butcher, his olive skin warm enough that it almost looks as though he’s gotten a sunburn in the time they were in Torchline. He hasn’t, though, just flushed perfectly warm enough from Danta’s actions and the twitch of his hips and cock as the other Ancient doesn’t give much room for calm. Not that he’s complaining, not as he rights his head again and peers down at Danta with a too sharp smile.
“All is forgiven, darling.” Comes the breathy moan, for Danta’s ears only as his hand tightens in the blonde locks as he’s blanketed. Asta’s body is warm, hot to the touch, a burning flame cast by Danta’s attentions, and it has him falling back again, gracefully enough to let both his hands tug him up higher, hitching his legs around him, smirking as he tries to catch his breath. “Is it my turn?” He asks through a low and sultry rumble, despite not waiting as his tail sneaks up in between his arm and Danta’s body, winding around Danta’s cock in turn and stroking a pleasant pace to get him to match the fire that’s been stoked in his chest.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
