// up above so, up above so quiet //
He knows that much is true. So he doesn’t even contemplate that Danta could lie to him, taking the flattery at face value. Such that the rumble of a laugh breathes out of him as his hands drift down, a slow and yet still somehow hurried motion. “Oh, darling, I always want flattery.” A creature of habit that he is, he’s always found flattery a way to bolster himself while also granting himself an in.
His hands abandon Danta as he does his wobbly balancing act to slip out of his clothes, taking the moment to unbutton the shirt (only half buttoned to begin with) from the butcher’s own body. Slipping out of it to hear Danta’s quip, the Maverick won’t be able to see the amused smirk on his face, but will absolutely feel it with the hot kiss he indulges in. Its momentary, of course, far too short to get anything done but to promise, paired with the light roll of his hips to press his trapped arousal against his lover’s.
And once he withdraws, his hand snags the Maverick’s and swipes up some of the chocolate frosting on his finger. Then, guiding it up to Asta’s mouth, the butcher drags his finger in the lick off the sweetness with a tongue that moves with promised motivation against the digit, silencing himself as he ensures he does a thorough job. Though he does leave Danta’s other hand alone to do whatever he wishes.
His hands abandon Danta as he does his wobbly balancing act to slip out of his clothes, taking the moment to unbutton the shirt (only half buttoned to begin with) from the butcher’s own body. Slipping out of it to hear Danta’s quip, the Maverick won’t be able to see the amused smirk on his face, but will absolutely feel it with the hot kiss he indulges in. Its momentary, of course, far too short to get anything done but to promise, paired with the light roll of his hips to press his trapped arousal against his lover’s.
And once he withdraws, his hand snags the Maverick’s and swipes up some of the chocolate frosting on his finger. Then, guiding it up to Asta’s mouth, the butcher drags his finger in the lick off the sweetness with a tongue that moves with promised motivation against the digit, silencing himself as he ensures he does a thorough job. Though he does leave Danta’s other hand alone to do whatever he wishes.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
