Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It’s a battle without all the heat of Leafchange but with the added sweet and tenderness that they haven’t really had that much time to indulge in. So alongside Danta’s laugh, the butcher’s own is a soft breathy one, amused and unable to hide the way the smile presses into the kiss, the way he kicks out of the rest of his clothes to whatever pile it’s fallen into as well.
His fingers continue to distract and tease at the nape of his lover’s neck, humming a low rumble of a sound into the kiss just before they part, a keening sound as though he needs the air. He’d happily drown in his kiss, though, panting as he peers up at his lover with his glittering, dark gaze. Danta’s are a sparkling blue of mischief and the butcher finds that he can’t wait to let him indulge himself, brushing his nose back against the Maverick’s as his arms wind around him more fully.
He spies the awe in his expression, however brief it lasts before he’s surging forth in another claiming kiss. Asta can’t help but to moan into it, his leg easily hooking around his leg with the encouragement. His kiss grows a touch greedier, fingertips a bit more possessive in the sharp press of dull fingernails across his back.
His fingers continue to distract and tease at the nape of his lover’s neck, humming a low rumble of a sound into the kiss just before they part, a keening sound as though he needs the air. He’d happily drown in his kiss, though, panting as he peers up at his lover with his glittering, dark gaze. Danta’s are a sparkling blue of mischief and the butcher finds that he can’t wait to let him indulge himself, brushing his nose back against the Maverick’s as his arms wind around him more fully.
He spies the awe in his expression, however brief it lasts before he’s surging forth in another claiming kiss. Asta can’t help but to moan into it, his leg easily hooking around his leg with the encouragement. His kiss grows a touch greedier, fingertips a bit more possessive in the sharp press of dull fingernails across his back.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
