/// 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
He’s more than content to be the temporary lock that keeps Danta’s silver tongue from spilling out his thoughts in the moment - an overt, pressing presence that drowns any retort the Maverick might have with the smooth press of his lips and the smooth swipe of his tongue. If it wasn’t already obvious, the butcher does want him. Wants this to not feel like an apology. Wants it to not feel like he’s restraining his already reserved self just because of the events that had lead up to this point.
But they part and the butcher hears the rough addition to his lover’s voice, the way he arcs his back into him and Asta’s freehand slips around his back, spreading long thin fingers against the smooth warmth of his scarred skin. His nose nuzzles Danta’s as his breath shivers a touch with the hands through his hair, toying and teasing him all the while when he offers a whispered, far more serious answer.
And gods, does Astaroth thrive with it. As if to punctuate the point, the press of his tongue to the fang, with the scarlet kiss, the butcher’s growl is one that vibrates through him, that has the effervescent glimpse of smoky shadows trailing from his shoulders to flitter up into the air like flames of a fire as he surges in.
One hand tugs him closer, the other still between them now stroking his length into fullness as his own pants grow tight with want and desire. A faint flush blossoms across his face, darkening the tips of his ears and his cheeks before he parts from the kiss to trail his lips down an along Danta’s jaw, up to his cheekbone, pressed in against a jeweled ear. “Let me treat you, love.” It’s half a question, half a demand, releasing his lover enough to trail his hands up against his hips and then down as he sinks down in a swift motion to his knees.
Dark eyes blink up at the blonde Ancient, tugging those pants down further until he has complete unrestricted access to Danta's cock, one taken up with his hand shortly after and the teasing press of a hot tongue dragging along the length of it to the tip, all while smoky shadows continue to bleed from his shoulders.
But they part and the butcher hears the rough addition to his lover’s voice, the way he arcs his back into him and Asta’s freehand slips around his back, spreading long thin fingers against the smooth warmth of his scarred skin. His nose nuzzles Danta’s as his breath shivers a touch with the hands through his hair, toying and teasing him all the while when he offers a whispered, far more serious answer.
And gods, does Astaroth thrive with it. As if to punctuate the point, the press of his tongue to the fang, with the scarlet kiss, the butcher’s growl is one that vibrates through him, that has the effervescent glimpse of smoky shadows trailing from his shoulders to flitter up into the air like flames of a fire as he surges in.
One hand tugs him closer, the other still between them now stroking his length into fullness as his own pants grow tight with want and desire. A faint flush blossoms across his face, darkening the tips of his ears and his cheeks before he parts from the kiss to trail his lips down an along Danta’s jaw, up to his cheekbone, pressed in against a jeweled ear. “Let me treat you, love.” It’s half a question, half a demand, releasing his lover enough to trail his hands up against his hips and then down as he sinks down in a swift motion to his knees.
Dark eyes blink up at the blonde Ancient, tugging those pants down further until he has complete unrestricted access to Danta's cock, one taken up with his hand shortly after and the teasing press of a hot tongue dragging along the length of it to the tip, all while smoky shadows continue to bleed from his shoulders.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
