// up above so, up above so quiet //
He’d offer the low, purred hum of yes, who are you? if it weren’t for the way that he shifts to slip his clothes off blindly - the blindfold remaining perfectly in place, nestled against the golden strands of Danta’s hair where he’d tied it. It’s followed up with a kiss, a figurative way to seal the deal when he feels the warmth of fire blossom against his bare chest. It sparks the low rumble of approval from the butcher’s lips, withdrawing to add his own little portions of surprise.
Letting his tongue do most of the work, his head angles just enough to feel Danta’s breath against the shell of his ear as he leans in, whispering all kinds of ego boosters that have the fire burning hotter within him. Smirking as he withdraws from his lover’s finger, he leans back to help give more space for him to unbutton his pants, feeling as much as he watches the trail of heat start to head south.
“Only sometimes, darling?” He asks with mischief coating his voice, sure that his lover would be unable to see it from the way he’s blocked out his sight. The button of his pants is easily undone despite the tension, as if worn specifically to make it easier given the season they’re in. And as he leans back further, he trails his hands down the Maverick’s sides to the curve of his ass, long fingertips brushing against his tail in the process.
He waits a heartbeat of a second before he’s tilting his head to lavish Danta’s cheek and the side of his neck with kisses, over silver scars and smooth skin alike, granting him a moment to indulge himself before Asta steals the reins again.
Letting his tongue do most of the work, his head angles just enough to feel Danta’s breath against the shell of his ear as he leans in, whispering all kinds of ego boosters that have the fire burning hotter within him. Smirking as he withdraws from his lover’s finger, he leans back to help give more space for him to unbutton his pants, feeling as much as he watches the trail of heat start to head south.
“Only sometimes, darling?” He asks with mischief coating his voice, sure that his lover would be unable to see it from the way he’s blocked out his sight. The button of his pants is easily undone despite the tension, as if worn specifically to make it easier given the season they’re in. And as he leans back further, he trails his hands down the Maverick’s sides to the curve of his ass, long fingertips brushing against his tail in the process.
He waits a heartbeat of a second before he’s tilting his head to lavish Danta’s cheek and the side of his neck with kisses, over silver scars and smooth skin alike, granting him a moment to indulge himself before Asta steals the reins again.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
