They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“You have always had a preference for the meatier options.” The butcher hums playfully, glancing over toward him before the waiter comes to take their order. “It makes me wonder what it is you’ve seen in me.” It’s another tease, because while he knows what Danta sees in him, he’s always been of the willowy, more lean and muscle type of frame as opposed to having meat on his bones, as it were.
He pulls his attention away to place their order, watching as the man writes it down with a nod and a cheery grin that Asta matches professionally, only to puff it out into a shape of a near grimace once the waiter’s turned away to put their order in. He’s acutely aware of Danta’s hand and how it slips to the inside of his thigh, and after a heartbeat of a second, the leg presses outward, giving the Maverick more space in his tantalizing strokes.
Taking the idea, the butcher nods, tilting his head to press his cheek and jaw in against Danta’s blonde crown, a smile felt briefly there. “That sounds lovely. I have yet to test my limits.” He hums in a slightly deeper tone.
He pulls his attention away to place their order, watching as the man writes it down with a nod and a cheery grin that Asta matches professionally, only to puff it out into a shape of a near grimace once the waiter’s turned away to put their order in. He’s acutely aware of Danta’s hand and how it slips to the inside of his thigh, and after a heartbeat of a second, the leg presses outward, giving the Maverick more space in his tantalizing strokes.
Taking the idea, the butcher nods, tilting his head to press his cheek and jaw in against Danta’s blonde crown, a smile felt briefly there. “That sounds lovely. I have yet to test my limits.” He hums in a slightly deeper tone.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
