Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It’s a curse (or blessing) that will go both ways; Danta envisioning this moment when he catches the sidelong glances, while Asta gets the beautiful view of Danta and his chaos and golden crown of hair slicked back against the rainbow cut of his horns. It’s stunning, mouth watering, and he’s lucky he’s already indulging in him.
They worship each other, even as the bliss makes him feel heavy, has him panting to try and catch his breath by the time Danta’s sunk down onto his chest, his hands softening to thread and tug lazily through the slicked back blonde. His laugh is infectious, reverberating in the tired hum of Asta’s own laughter before the butcher finds the willingness within him to bully his way into stealing a slow and long kiss.
One hand smooths down his back over scars and the juts of bone alike while the other cups his jaw and neck, long slender fingers soaking in the steady thump of his heartbeat. And when he pulls away when his lungs scream, it’s a breathy, hazy, nearly high dazed hum of “I love you,” that leaves his lips.
They worship each other, even as the bliss makes him feel heavy, has him panting to try and catch his breath by the time Danta’s sunk down onto his chest, his hands softening to thread and tug lazily through the slicked back blonde. His laugh is infectious, reverberating in the tired hum of Asta’s own laughter before the butcher finds the willingness within him to bully his way into stealing a slow and long kiss.
One hand smooths down his back over scars and the juts of bone alike while the other cups his jaw and neck, long slender fingers soaking in the steady thump of his heartbeat. And when he pulls away when his lungs scream, it’s a breathy, hazy, nearly high dazed hum of “I love you,” that leaves his lips.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
