// up above so, up above so quiet //
“I will have to stop outdoing myself.” He says as he gets Danta settled into his lap — amusement coating the words. Because if he kept doing better than the last time, he’d surely run out of ways to continue to surprise him. But for now, he takes the compliment, settles him in and spots the sparkle of his daze and bliss in the beautiful seas of his eyes and silences him with a kiss he wishes could be longer than it is.
The taste of iron mingles long after they part, through, the smile tugged on his face to hear the purred reaction, to feel the pressure of his tail as it winds around his leg. Asta’s sweeps around Danta’s hips, keeping them anchored together in a pool of limbs and limp bodies, tilting his horned head to press a kiss to his jaw and down to his neck. “You know.. I believe you have us mixed up. You are perfect.” He shoots back, as if this is the hill he’s willing to die on.
Which might be true, it’s hard to say.
The taste of iron mingles long after they part, through, the smile tugged on his face to hear the purred reaction, to feel the pressure of his tail as it winds around his leg. Asta’s sweeps around Danta’s hips, keeping them anchored together in a pool of limbs and limp bodies, tilting his horned head to press a kiss to his jaw and down to his neck. “You know.. I believe you have us mixed up. You are perfect.” He shoots back, as if this is the hill he’s willing to die on.
Which might be true, it’s hard to say.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
