[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

The rush of heat and fire caress his head and chest, sparking to life between them in a blazing event. He feels the pressure of Danta’s tail wind around his leg for additional stability and the butcher’s own drags up the outside of his other leg, his hips offering a slow roll that only pins them further together, a much anticipated amount of friction to the already heady mix.

“I will neither admit nor deny.” He purrs against his lover’s lips just before they sink into another kiss, withdrawing when his lungs burn and his head spins only to find Danta still chasing after him. Eyes dark as sin takes him in, hearing the comment that sparks a glimmer of mischief to drag across his face. It’s interrupted by the flutter of his lids to feel the touch against the back of his neck, sparking goosebumps along his scarred shoulders.

Blunt fingernails drag along the hoisted up leg before he steps back, untangling them as much as he can before his shadow starts to push him down, applying pressure to guide him. “Draw your glamour up for me, darling.” He can grant him a fraction of his wish for all the stubbornness the two of them had leading up to this moment. Besides, it wasn’t like Asta would go without.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //