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
Deals and challenges were the types of things that really gets Asta’s blood going, and with the entirety of it stemming from something that also gets Danta’s heart rate increasing… well, it seems like an easy win-win. So much so, that when his hands tighten in his hair, the butcher’s low hum of approval escapes his throat as he peers down at his lover as the shadows begin to drip from him onto Danta’s chest, splotching the spaces his hands had trailed with little black soot marks (thanks to the dramatic flare of his haunt).
“Yes.” Asta purrs to his question, fingertips drawing idle designs against the lower part of his stomach, as if in anticipation of just what Danta had in mind as a reward. And despite seeing the wickedness of his smile, he doesn’t anticipate the Maverick to offer up something so deliciously perfect that even if Asta wasn’t feeling the effects of Leafchange, he’d still try his damndest to win.
Humming a sound before he’s surging down, hesitating just before he can claim Danta’s lips again, his own brush against his lovers as the words drip from his mouth. “We have ourselves a deal, darling.” It’s cocky and arrogant and his tail squeezes around Danta’s thigh once more before he’s stealing that kiss precisely at the time his hand finally dips down to stroke his cock. And once again, the Maverick would find that without a scent or speck of fresh blood in the air, the butcher's arousal is once again very evident.
“Yes.” Asta purrs to his question, fingertips drawing idle designs against the lower part of his stomach, as if in anticipation of just what Danta had in mind as a reward. And despite seeing the wickedness of his smile, he doesn’t anticipate the Maverick to offer up something so deliciously perfect that even if Asta wasn’t feeling the effects of Leafchange, he’d still try his damndest to win.
Humming a sound before he’s surging down, hesitating just before he can claim Danta’s lips again, his own brush against his lovers as the words drip from his mouth. “We have ourselves a deal, darling.” It’s cocky and arrogant and his tail squeezes around Danta’s thigh once more before he’s stealing that kiss precisely at the time his hand finally dips down to stroke his cock. And once again, the Maverick would find that without a scent or speck of fresh blood in the air, the butcher's arousal is once again very evident.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
