/// 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 could say no to this, but the butcher finds it very unlikely that he would - or that he’d listen anyway when it came to indulging his lover. That’s why the butcher continues in his descent, dropping to his knees amongst the lush greenery that sprouts from the roots of the tree - likely helped by the ecosystem the Mathair provides. It creates a soft landing, something that doesn’t break his focus as he peers up at Danta.
It was a position he often hated. Especially with how proud he always was to be the tallest in the room, to look down on whomever else he was interacting with. But for Danta — for his little crow, the butcher easily and willingly makes personal concessions. The Maverick’s clothes are lost, cock bared and immediately descended upon with a teasing, focused attention.
Pressure against his horn and in the dark of his hair, paired with the sighed curse bring the corner of the butcher’s lips up in a quirked smirk, the roll of his lover’s hips enough to continue the bliss his mouth provides. One hand tightens against his hip, fingertips digging in to leave perfectly red marks behind when Asta concedes to the other Ancient, tongue flattening out in a quick swipe against the tip of his length, before he takes him completely - careful as possible with his teeth, but incapable of keeping the pleased, vibrating hum from slipping through him into his lover, pushing against the grip of his horn to pick a rhythm that has the smoky shadows pulsing with the movement, like a banner from his shoulders in the wind.
It was a position he often hated. Especially with how proud he always was to be the tallest in the room, to look down on whomever else he was interacting with. But for Danta — for his little crow, the butcher easily and willingly makes personal concessions. The Maverick’s clothes are lost, cock bared and immediately descended upon with a teasing, focused attention.
Pressure against his horn and in the dark of his hair, paired with the sighed curse bring the corner of the butcher’s lips up in a quirked smirk, the roll of his lover’s hips enough to continue the bliss his mouth provides. One hand tightens against his hip, fingertips digging in to leave perfectly red marks behind when Asta concedes to the other Ancient, tongue flattening out in a quick swipe against the tip of his length, before he takes him completely - careful as possible with his teeth, but incapable of keeping the pleased, vibrating hum from slipping through him into his lover, pushing against the grip of his horn to pick a rhythm that has the smoky shadows pulsing with the movement, like a banner from his shoulders in the wind.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
