Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
“No?” The butcher questions, even if it’s clear his heart isn’t really in the question as it leaves him. It’s in the way he curves to let Danta’s hands trail across his skin more, the way he doesn’t have to bully his hands in between them to unbutton the waistcoat, the way he presses into the kiss back with a casual luxury that wasn’t often afforded to them last season.
Once he’s gotten him out of the waistcoat, his fingers drag along Danta’s back in slow whirls against the silken fabric beneath it, down the arms to the cuffs still buttoned even though he doesn’t mess with them just yet. Instead, he’s content to let himself be unwrapped, the gauzy, sheer, gilded fabric pools around his shoulders before it falls back and he slips out of it with ease. “I’m looking forward to it.” He purrs before the request to keep the jewelry on reaches his ears, the delicate chains of the multitude of necklaces he wears brushes against the scar tissue on his chest, warm to the touch.
His fingertips glint when he’s tugging Danta out of the silken shirt, chin tilting down to brush his nose against Danta’s in a ghost of a kiss. “Do you want me to leave your jewelry on?” He asks, giving him another indicator that he’s going by his wishes tonight. If he wanted them on, Asta would keep them on gladly.
Once he’s gotten him out of the waistcoat, his fingers drag along Danta’s back in slow whirls against the silken fabric beneath it, down the arms to the cuffs still buttoned even though he doesn’t mess with them just yet. Instead, he’s content to let himself be unwrapped, the gauzy, sheer, gilded fabric pools around his shoulders before it falls back and he slips out of it with ease. “I’m looking forward to it.” He purrs before the request to keep the jewelry on reaches his ears, the delicate chains of the multitude of necklaces he wears brushes against the scar tissue on his chest, warm to the touch.
His fingertips glint when he’s tugging Danta out of the silken shirt, chin tilting down to brush his nose against Danta’s in a ghost of a kiss. “Do you want me to leave your jewelry on?” He asks, giving him another indicator that he’s going by his wishes tonight. If he wanted them on, Asta would keep them on gladly.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
