my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“I have only ever been bad at hiding once.” The butcher drawls haughtily, a touch playfully, but Danta’s right. It would be difficult to do a decent job at hiding in their room even if Asta utilized some portions of his haunt. The Maverick would know it was him either way because he certainly doesn’t have the energy to get up the mezzanine.
His tail swishes behind him in a languid but pleased pace to feel Danta’s hands smooth down his back, sparking little shivers to race up and down his spine. “I—” Aptly silenced from the playful outrage, the butcher’s arms tighten around his lover’s middle to squeeze him in temporarily while he indulges in the kiss, only releasing him when Danta parts so he can finish stripping off his clothes.
Asta, meanwhile, steps out of the rest of his completely – bending to snag them and fold them and set them aside in a neat little pile before he’s drifting over toward their den. “Is that a challenge, darling?” He asks, shooting a shark-toothed grin over his shoulder before he sits on the edge of their bed, the ashen spaded tip of his tail flicking with his amusement.
His tail swishes behind him in a languid but pleased pace to feel Danta’s hands smooth down his back, sparking little shivers to race up and down his spine. “I—” Aptly silenced from the playful outrage, the butcher’s arms tighten around his lover’s middle to squeeze him in temporarily while he indulges in the kiss, only releasing him when Danta parts so he can finish stripping off his clothes.
Asta, meanwhile, steps out of the rest of his completely – bending to snag them and fold them and set them aside in a neat little pile before he’s drifting over toward their den. “Is that a challenge, darling?” He asks, shooting a shark-toothed grin over his shoulder before he sits on the edge of their bed, the ashen spaded tip of his tail flicking with his amusement.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
