// day breaks sorrow //
“You do have manners, darling.” It’s just whether or not Danta acted upon them that made the whole difference. But he leaves that unsaid as he slips the garment into place, the fabric soft and smooth — light in terms of weight and surprisingly breathable. And the boning that would soon snug up against his lover’s curves, feel more flexible and gentler than the last one had been.
He takes note of the stark change despite Danta’s attempts to hide them, and it’s with a hidden smile that he presses a kiss to Danta’s neck, over the healing sharkbite bruises he’d given him. “Just like that.” He purrs, clearly delighted as his fingertips skate across old scars on his lover’s back, situating the ribbon so it’s centered, before he starts to tighten it.
Unlike Kiada’s last fight with the Maverick over this attire, the butcher is gentler and matter-of-fact. He’s much more confident in the way he pulls the laces, tightening them enough to cut the harshest, most attractive figure, but still allocating a small amount more room to breathe. His hands trail down Danta’s spine, until just above the base of the tail that betrays his enjoyment, and if his fingers linger as they tie them, he won’t ever admit it.
“Do you mind if I am indulgent?” He asks over his lover’s shoulder, rounding to face him and reach into the carefully hidden collection of goodies for the attire he’s picked out. The sound of metal clinks against something more organic while Asta’s eyes linger on Danta’s face, a dark hue of desire sparking there with the sight of his lover in nothing but the beautiful corset.
He takes note of the stark change despite Danta’s attempts to hide them, and it’s with a hidden smile that he presses a kiss to Danta’s neck, over the healing sharkbite bruises he’d given him. “Just like that.” He purrs, clearly delighted as his fingertips skate across old scars on his lover’s back, situating the ribbon so it’s centered, before he starts to tighten it.
Unlike Kiada’s last fight with the Maverick over this attire, the butcher is gentler and matter-of-fact. He’s much more confident in the way he pulls the laces, tightening them enough to cut the harshest, most attractive figure, but still allocating a small amount more room to breathe. His hands trail down Danta’s spine, until just above the base of the tail that betrays his enjoyment, and if his fingers linger as they tie them, he won’t ever admit it.
“Do you mind if I am indulgent?” He asks over his lover’s shoulder, rounding to face him and reach into the carefully hidden collection of goodies for the attire he’s picked out. The sound of metal clinks against something more organic while Asta’s eyes linger on Danta’s face, a dark hue of desire sparking there with the sight of his lover in nothing but the beautiful corset.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
