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
“Alas, if only I could sit still.” Asta hums, so dramatically that it’s an indicator that despite the strangeness he feels this morning, he’s still him, and still okay. So as he curls up against his lover’s body, makes his suggestion, and is met with a sly smile and a devilishly sweet and long kiss, the butcher presses in back with a feverishly warm desire blossoming once again.
He easily drags his hands along the other Ancient’s sides, slow smoothing strokes that scream of possession and desire, nosing his way in against his neck to claim more kisses even as Danta shifts his hips teasingly. It sparks a low rumble from the butcher’s throat, the light scratch of a nip of too sharp teeth against the Maverick’s shoulder. “I did not think you would complain.” He purrs, shifting to focus up on his lover and snatch another long, simmering kiss as he drags his hands down his sides, down to the curve of his hips and to his legs that the butcher works on fitting himself between.
He easily drags his hands along the other Ancient’s sides, slow smoothing strokes that scream of possession and desire, nosing his way in against his neck to claim more kisses even as Danta shifts his hips teasingly. It sparks a low rumble from the butcher’s throat, the light scratch of a nip of too sharp teeth against the Maverick’s shoulder. “I did not think you would complain.” He purrs, shifting to focus up on his lover and snatch another long, simmering kiss as he drags his hands down his sides, down to the curve of his hips and to his legs that the butcher works on fitting himself between.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
