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
“Ah, so we are in agreement.” The butcher smirks, watching his lover scan the mirrors before looking back at him — both wearing the heat of desire that blooms around them warmly and comfortably, and Asta is suddenly quite thankful for his past self in how he’d warned the tailor to stay far away.
He stills, centering himself in the platform as Danta makes his assessment, watching with a hunter’s gaze as he prowls around him, little shivers and goosebumps sparking where the cool chains press against hot skin with the brush of his lover’s fingers. His dark gaze tracks the Maverick as he steps up behind him, the warmth of his hands relaxing the butcher further such that he melts into it, head angling to the side to offer up more of his neck for the warm kiss that sparks more heat to flood through him.
Lifting the hand closest to Danta, the touch is gentle against his cheek before his fingertips grow a touch rougher in the blonde strands, deftly easily missing the beads and adornments his lover had decided to wear that day. “Is that so?” He purrs distractedly, his smile tugging up far more playful and sharp. He takes a moment to guide Danta back to peer at him in the mirrors before his other hand is lifting slowly against his own body, up toward the chain clasp that keeps it connected to his neck. Unlatching it and sweeping it off his shoulders to fall to the side in a rather large thud in comparison, the butcher’s smirk blooms a touch wider as he loosens his hold on the Maverick. “Is this better, darling?” Completely shed of the clothes and additions added, warm and aroused in the ways that he wisely assumes has Danta’s mouth watering.
He stills, centering himself in the platform as Danta makes his assessment, watching with a hunter’s gaze as he prowls around him, little shivers and goosebumps sparking where the cool chains press against hot skin with the brush of his lover’s fingers. His dark gaze tracks the Maverick as he steps up behind him, the warmth of his hands relaxing the butcher further such that he melts into it, head angling to the side to offer up more of his neck for the warm kiss that sparks more heat to flood through him.
Lifting the hand closest to Danta, the touch is gentle against his cheek before his fingertips grow a touch rougher in the blonde strands, deftly easily missing the beads and adornments his lover had decided to wear that day. “Is that so?” He purrs distractedly, his smile tugging up far more playful and sharp. He takes a moment to guide Danta back to peer at him in the mirrors before his other hand is lifting slowly against his own body, up toward the chain clasp that keeps it connected to his neck. Unlatching it and sweeping it off his shoulders to fall to the side in a rather large thud in comparison, the butcher’s smirk blooms a touch wider as he loosens his hold on the Maverick. “Is this better, darling?” Completely shed of the clothes and additions added, warm and aroused in the ways that he wisely assumes has Danta’s mouth watering.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
