i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
He might have gotten tired of saying this season however many times they have so far, but when it runs results like this, the butcher can’t find it in him to complain. Not as he feels the sweeping, warm motions of his lover’s hands up his back and against the gnarled scar tissue, warmed by the chains that are still linked around his neck. “I am the luckiest, indeed.” Comes the purred response, the way he leans in to press into the kiss.
He presses flush against him and Asta’s arms cage him in easier, feeling the pulse and breaths of his chest rising and falling for the moments that they can catch enough to prolong it out. Such that he pants briefly against Danta’s lips as the purred question reaches him, nosing his way into pressing a series of kisses to each corner of his mouth, to brush his nose against the Maverick’s gently. “I do not intend to let you go any time soon.” He purrs back, pulling back enough to reach up and undo the tied brace that keeps the chain cape around his shoulders.
It falls in a clink against the ground in a pool of metal, molten in the moonlight. And it frees him up enough to press back in for another kiss, dragging his hands along his sides up to the half cape he wears in order to untie it and slip it off as well.
He presses flush against him and Asta’s arms cage him in easier, feeling the pulse and breaths of his chest rising and falling for the moments that they can catch enough to prolong it out. Such that he pants briefly against Danta’s lips as the purred question reaches him, nosing his way into pressing a series of kisses to each corner of his mouth, to brush his nose against the Maverick’s gently. “I do not intend to let you go any time soon.” He purrs back, pulling back enough to reach up and undo the tied brace that keeps the chain cape around his shoulders.
It falls in a clink against the ground in a pool of metal, molten in the moonlight. And it frees him up enough to press back in for another kiss, dragging his hands along his sides up to the half cape he wears in order to untie it and slip it off as well.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
