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,
What nightmares they’ll be when it comes to indulging each other’s favorite things – not that the butcher would complain. He’s constantly learning more and more about the Maverick and each one sparks an even deeper sense of love and attention. The butcher’s devotion for the Maverick is something he’s never quite done before – unless it was for Dygra, and as he presses into the kiss with all of his love and adoration, it’s with a touch of worship too.
They part after a long and self indulgent kiss, Asta equally as red as Danta is with a gentle panting past his lips, easily encouraged back into the bed to scoot up toward the head of it and to tuck the blankets up and around them, loathe to let Danta get even an inch away from him. “It was great.” He hums, pressing another kiss to his jaw and another tickle of his fingers at the back of his neck, wrapping his other hand around his waist. “Was it enough for you?” He asks, parting to fully scan his face.
They part after a long and self indulgent kiss, Asta equally as red as Danta is with a gentle panting past his lips, easily encouraged back into the bed to scoot up toward the head of it and to tuck the blankets up and around them, loathe to let Danta get even an inch away from him. “It was great.” He hums, pressing another kiss to his jaw and another tickle of his fingers at the back of his neck, wrapping his other hand around his waist. “Was it enough for you?” He asks, parting to fully scan his face.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
