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
He can feel the moment Danta’s tension melts under his touch and kiss and it’s the boon that Asta really needs to know that he hadn’t worried the Maverick too much with the sudden denial. The leg hooked around his waist is warm and the butcher slots in perfectly against his lover with a press of a kiss to his jaw, carding his fingers through his hair and around the prismatic diamond horns. “Ooh, how grotesque. I approve.” Comes the vibrating mumble against the other Ancient’s jaw.
Shifting only slightly to let him drag the sheets up and over them, he wraps an arm around Danta’s shoulders again before he nods. “There is, in fact.” A way for him to sate his restlessness even as Danta nips back at him in a playful retaliation. The butcher withdraws enough to let his dark gaze smolder with heat again, the same from when they’d woken, but not quite fully deadened by their wake up. “Another attempt at tiring me out, perhaps?” A suggestion marked with a crooked smile on his lips, voice dropping again into that rugged Whitebrim purr.
Shifting only slightly to let him drag the sheets up and over them, he wraps an arm around Danta’s shoulders again before he nods. “There is, in fact.” A way for him to sate his restlessness even as Danta nips back at him in a playful retaliation. The butcher withdraws enough to let his dark gaze smolder with heat again, the same from when they’d woken, but not quite fully deadened by their wake up. “Another attempt at tiring me out, perhaps?” A suggestion marked with a crooked smile on his lips, voice dropping again into that rugged Whitebrim purr.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
