// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
His gaze lingers affectionately on Danta while he flags down the waiter for the napkins, and while the stack arrives shortly after, Asta’s already offering put he majority of his drenched fingers for his lover to clear up if only so he doesn’t have to feel the greasy mess of it clinging to his skin.
The light chuckle that escapes him is soft when he hears his drawl, and he watches with a hint of mischief as Danta definitely puts on a show, thoroughly cleaning each finger. And when he’s grabbing the next shrimp, Asta’s already snagging one of the cobs of corn within the mix, holding it above so it drips into the pot. “If I did not know any better I would say you are still in the vacation spirit, mm?” Comes the butcher’s own drawl, his accent lingering on each tone with a playful sing-song edge to it, as he slides his gaze back over to his lover and takes a bite of the corn.
The light chuckle that escapes him is soft when he hears his drawl, and he watches with a hint of mischief as Danta definitely puts on a show, thoroughly cleaning each finger. And when he’s grabbing the next shrimp, Asta’s already snagging one of the cobs of corn within the mix, holding it above so it drips into the pot. “If I did not know any better I would say you are still in the vacation spirit, mm?” Comes the butcher’s own drawl, his accent lingering on each tone with a playful sing-song edge to it, as he slides his gaze back over to his lover and takes a bite of the corn.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
