i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
There’s no tripping, there’s no loss of steps or rhythm when he leans in, and it’s only more proof that Danta has been honestly working his ass off for something that Asta adored. And for that, the butcher hangs on each word of when he’d found the time to practice. “Ah, I do hope so. She has often heard it when I have visited her as well.” And here they are, both definitely not smote.
His tail curls in quiet delight as the chainmail and links of the metal clink against each other with their movements, looking absolutely perfect with one another as they move across the dance floor. “You are very welcome.” He says earnestly as Danta gives up the lead, repositioning their hands so that the butcher can guide them. And if it weren’t for the fucking muzzle still placed on his lips, he’d have leaned in and completely ruined the movement of the people around them if only to indulge in the sweet taste of Danta’s lips.
As it stands, though, he’s forced to guide them toward the refreshments. And with a soft laugh, he nods, still wholly charmed and warm. “Mm, I believe I can manage that.” He purrs, taking the lead to bring them off the floor toward the table, only this time his hands are far more possessive than they had been around his lover. “Now, did you only indulge in spiced wine, or was there something else delicious I have missed out on?” He asks, leaning in against his lover’s ear with a conspirator’s whisper.
His tail curls in quiet delight as the chainmail and links of the metal clink against each other with their movements, looking absolutely perfect with one another as they move across the dance floor. “You are very welcome.” He says earnestly as Danta gives up the lead, repositioning their hands so that the butcher can guide them. And if it weren’t for the fucking muzzle still placed on his lips, he’d have leaned in and completely ruined the movement of the people around them if only to indulge in the sweet taste of Danta’s lips.
As it stands, though, he’s forced to guide them toward the refreshments. And with a soft laugh, he nods, still wholly charmed and warm. “Mm, I believe I can manage that.” He purrs, taking the lead to bring them off the floor toward the table, only this time his hands are far more possessive than they had been around his lover. “Now, did you only indulge in spiced wine, or was there something else delicious I have missed out on?” He asks, leaning in against his lover’s ear with a conspirator’s whisper.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
