i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Danta’s fingers through his hair spark that sensation of warmth and serenity to last even longer. Their breaths heavy and nearly coordinated with how they try to catch it, all while Asta leans forward to wind his arms more fully around his lover, trailing his fingers along the other Ancient’s sides and back in strokes of random designs. He feels and hears the whisper back, his horned head tilting enough to press his bearded cheek into the golden crown of the Maverick’s, still free from the diamond horns that typically sat there.
Not that Asta minds that much at this moment, not while he has him precisely where he wants him and he can douse him with love and attention in all the ways the butcher craves. He hardly even hears the party, so focused on hearing Danta’s heartbeat and any potential immediate threats, that when his lover pulls back and cups his jaw, his dark midnight eyes focus on him briefly as if in confusion before he’s swept up in the kiss.
It's one that speaks more than anything, a sweet little serenade for the butcher only, and it charms him enough to curve his arms up to spread along his shoulders and trail his fingers into the long blonde strands that are swept back, keeping them together and Danta held in such a precious way that proves that it’s how much he means to him. It’s slow, sweet, gentle and everything, and Asta sparks over and over again with each unsaid word pressed into it. “I think I could very well stay out here all night with you.” He whispers hoarsely as they part, pressing his forehead against Danta’s gently and shuts his eyes. "If you did not wish to make the trek back so soon."
Not that Asta minds that much at this moment, not while he has him precisely where he wants him and he can douse him with love and attention in all the ways the butcher craves. He hardly even hears the party, so focused on hearing Danta’s heartbeat and any potential immediate threats, that when his lover pulls back and cups his jaw, his dark midnight eyes focus on him briefly as if in confusion before he’s swept up in the kiss.
It's one that speaks more than anything, a sweet little serenade for the butcher only, and it charms him enough to curve his arms up to spread along his shoulders and trail his fingers into the long blonde strands that are swept back, keeping them together and Danta held in such a precious way that proves that it’s how much he means to him. It’s slow, sweet, gentle and everything, and Asta sparks over and over again with each unsaid word pressed into it. “I think I could very well stay out here all night with you.” He whispers hoarsely as they part, pressing his forehead against Danta’s gently and shuts his eyes. "If you did not wish to make the trek back so soon."
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
