we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
“Correct.” Asta hums with all the confidence that he could never be fooled by Danta without his glamour. Not only has he seen the man without it, he also knew his lover enough to recognize his mannerisms, the cadence to the other man’s walk, the way he flits from person to person.
At any rate, he corrals his lover toward the fitting room, ignoring the merchant (not that the tailor is surprised by any of it, given the previous warnings), and once the curtain is drawn for them, the butcher turns toward his lover with a shark-tooth grin, unhooking the metal muzzle from his face so that he can set it off to the side. “I have ways I may be able to convince you.” He touts proudly, sweeping past him to set the clothes down and pluck the ones Danta had picked. “And for what it is worth, I do have your measurements. However I shall not miss out on a chance to get handsy.” Gesturing for Danta to step up onto the platform, his head tilts behind him in the mirror, dark eyes lit by faux lighting to a molten chocolate.
“Now, undress yourself, darling.” He holds up the fabric he’d picked for the cape, busying himself momentarily to pin the gold in the inner lining of the exterior he’d planned, and once Danta has done as requested, he’ll hand him the cape to hold onto as he slips him into the premade vest, pulling a pin from seemingly nowhere, to pin it tight against him.
At any rate, he corrals his lover toward the fitting room, ignoring the merchant (not that the tailor is surprised by any of it, given the previous warnings), and once the curtain is drawn for them, the butcher turns toward his lover with a shark-tooth grin, unhooking the metal muzzle from his face so that he can set it off to the side. “I have ways I may be able to convince you.” He touts proudly, sweeping past him to set the clothes down and pluck the ones Danta had picked. “And for what it is worth, I do have your measurements. However I shall not miss out on a chance to get handsy.” Gesturing for Danta to step up onto the platform, his head tilts behind him in the mirror, dark eyes lit by faux lighting to a molten chocolate.
“Now, undress yourself, darling.” He holds up the fabric he’d picked for the cape, busying himself momentarily to pin the gold in the inner lining of the exterior he’d planned, and once Danta has done as requested, he’ll hand him the cape to hold onto as he slips him into the premade vest, pulling a pin from seemingly nowhere, to pin it tight against him.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
