/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
Asta absorbs the laugh that escapes him, silenced by the kiss and the desire to indulge themselves after everything leading up to this. Between the haunt, the knife in the ribs, the shitty pool party, his trip out to the desert? It’s been very much needed. His fingertips stretch out across Danta’s back, pressing in with a silent possessiveness that they both know is just the start. Once the other Ancient’s leg is hooked around his hips, his hand smooths down from the jut of skin to drag delicately along the fabric of his pants, curving to the outside of his thigh to keep him precisely there (as if either of them really truly wanted to be anywhere else).
Diverting his gaze away to focus his attention on the waistband of the Maverick’s pants, the butcher’s smile is still just as arrogant and cocky as he glances back up to see the dramatics Danta pulls off. “In front of the treeeees.” He purrs a breathy, low hum, as if the audacity of such a thing was beyond him, like this exhibitionism was a first for him.
His tail squeezes Danta’s leg gently when his fingers thread through his dark hair, dragging a pleased rumble from his throat. His fingers work with a determined precision to free Danta from the confines suddenly far more restricting than they once had been, shimmying him just enough a little harder against the rough bark of the trees. “Perhaps they will spin it to make it seem as though we’ve committed quite the atrocity?” He hums, sharp teeth flashing with the smirk that graces his face, the one that lasts all of two seconds before he’s surging to steal another kiss, hand dipping into the front of Danta’s trousers, dragging calloused fingers along his length to try and draw him into fullness, effortlessly pinning him and rewarding him for it.
“What impudence we have, mm?” He says as he parts, lips still close enough to brush against Danta’s with each word that leaves him.
Diverting his gaze away to focus his attention on the waistband of the Maverick’s pants, the butcher’s smile is still just as arrogant and cocky as he glances back up to see the dramatics Danta pulls off. “In front of the treeeees.” He purrs a breathy, low hum, as if the audacity of such a thing was beyond him, like this exhibitionism was a first for him.
His tail squeezes Danta’s leg gently when his fingers thread through his dark hair, dragging a pleased rumble from his throat. His fingers work with a determined precision to free Danta from the confines suddenly far more restricting than they once had been, shimmying him just enough a little harder against the rough bark of the trees. “Perhaps they will spin it to make it seem as though we’ve committed quite the atrocity?” He hums, sharp teeth flashing with the smirk that graces his face, the one that lasts all of two seconds before he’s surging to steal another kiss, hand dipping into the front of Danta’s trousers, dragging calloused fingers along his length to try and draw him into fullness, effortlessly pinning him and rewarding him for it.
“What impudence we have, mm?” He says as he parts, lips still close enough to brush against Danta’s with each word that leaves him.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
