// up above so, up above so quiet //
He is blindfolded, and there’s some hidden satisfaction that it covers Danta’s sight just as well as it has covered his. So as he readjusts his lover, he takes note of the complete willingness with which he moves him, shifting and rearranging him so his back presses against the plush cushion of the couch. He’s surprisingly compliant, as if Asta has been prepping for more of a fight. But when none comes, the smile is in his voice when he hums a sultry laugh. “Precisely, darling.”
His hand trails down Danta’s stomach toward his length, slender fingers wrapping around his cock and begins to stroke a rhythm that’s meant to get his blood pumping but to not wind him up too much — while the other hand curves around his lover’s jaw. Asta kneels on the floor by the couch, rising in a way that has him perfectly placed so that he can lean in while keeping that not-enough rhythm to purr “show me what your mouth can do.” It’s a low rumble of a demand, the butcher angling himself so that his cock is well within reach of Danta’s unbound hands and wicked lips.
His hand trails down Danta’s stomach toward his length, slender fingers wrapping around his cock and begins to stroke a rhythm that’s meant to get his blood pumping but to not wind him up too much — while the other hand curves around his lover’s jaw. Asta kneels on the floor by the couch, rising in a way that has him perfectly placed so that he can lean in while keeping that not-enough rhythm to purr “show me what your mouth can do.” It’s a low rumble of a demand, the butcher angling himself so that his cock is well within reach of Danta’s unbound hands and wicked lips.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
