there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
“I am happy I have fulfilled you, then.” His voice is a smoky tease, an air of amusement filtering through even as he gives up the bacon quickly to the snap of Danta’s teeth, lest he get bit. And as he shifts them back further into the bed, Asta makes his obnoxious nuzzling, willingly and easily invading his lover’s space without a second thought.
It is out of the norm for him, though he pretends not to notice, instead growing even more satisfied by the feel of his fingers through his hair, pressing against the base of his horns that almost feel as though they ache. He chalks it up to placebo, for the imaginary weight of the haunt and the extension of his antlers.
It’s to a curious glint in his gaze that Danta will look down at him. The butcher with his chin propped on his lover’s chest, dark honey eyes meeting his warm blues, a twitch of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips in a graceful upward arch. “Mm, when is it not guilt free?” He winks, before he’s surging up to steal another kiss, chaste and short as his arms slip up underneath his shoulders to tug him closer. He’s disheveled in the way he often was in the mornings, but he’s made absolutely no effort to fix it. “My answer is yes, for the record, but I am afraid I cannot go back to sleep just yet.”
It is out of the norm for him, though he pretends not to notice, instead growing even more satisfied by the feel of his fingers through his hair, pressing against the base of his horns that almost feel as though they ache. He chalks it up to placebo, for the imaginary weight of the haunt and the extension of his antlers.
It’s to a curious glint in his gaze that Danta will look down at him. The butcher with his chin propped on his lover’s chest, dark honey eyes meeting his warm blues, a twitch of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips in a graceful upward arch. “Mm, when is it not guilt free?” He winks, before he’s surging up to steal another kiss, chaste and short as his arms slip up underneath his shoulders to tug him closer. He’s disheveled in the way he often was in the mornings, but he’s made absolutely no effort to fix it. “My answer is yes, for the record, but I am afraid I cannot go back to sleep just yet.”
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
