[SE] refugee from stone and sand

we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within

“And mooooorrre.” The butcher purrs breathlessly against his lover’s ear, his tongue trilling over the rolled r despite his breathlessness. As for being too good to him, the butcher’s soft laugh is a gentle vibration pressed into Danta’s back as he shifts, pressing a kiss to his spine right between his shoulder blades, over scars he’d long since put there, as if a subconscious way of saying how good he was to him now while acknowledging how terrible he had been in the past.

Pausing briefly at the mention of notes, though, Danta would feel Asta’s bearded chin press against his shoulder as he angles his horned head, peering at him in the reflection with a curious gleam to his gaze. “Ah, so shall you be treating me or is it you are keeping track of your favorites for another rendition?” He asks, seeking clarification before he forces himself to actually withdraw from his lover.

Nodding to the mention of clothes, he reaches off to the side already for the chain cape he’d intended on taking, folding the heavy material lightly into a pile they can take with them. “I suppose we should. We do wish to be able to come back, don’t we?” He hums, flashing a shark-tooth grin over Danta’s shoulder to the mirrored reflection of him.

Astaroth

if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap