// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
Unlocking the door and stepping in so he can ensure Danta’s along with him, the butcher’s dark gaze slides over toward his lover. “Truly.” He agrees about Flora’s absence on the air of a slightly buzzed yet dramatic whine. “I am sure she will not mind the belated gratitude.” Why would she, after all?
But the butcher catches on the time frame Danta’s offering, one that has his lips quirking slightly in anticipation. The door is kicked shut by the Maverick’s heel and Asta’s drawing Danta closer to the heat of the flame as he melts against his side, soaking in the warmth that begins to radiate. The question has a low chuckle escaping him, his arm sweeping against Danta’s lower back as he begins to corral him toward their bed.
“Oh I most certainly did, darling.” He purrs. Truthfully, the butcher was entirely banking on Danta’s reaction for it all. And seeing just how delighted his lover was influenced the butcher’s opinions on the events tenfold. Even if they hadn’t gotten to the gifts yet. Instead, they step around them easily as they spill over from the pile they’ve become (toppling slightly by the brushing of his tail that sent one spiraling down that hit a couple of others on the path).
Asta doesn’t care much, though, because he’s pulling Danta in front of him toward the foot of their bed, walking him back until his back pressed against the post of their bed, his hands already seeking out the Maverick’s skin beneath his lovely attire, leaning in to snag a chaste kiss that leaves his head close enough to Danta’s that his voice is a low thrum of his accent when he speaks. “Now for the rest of the night, I am yours to play with, my Wasp.”
But the butcher catches on the time frame Danta’s offering, one that has his lips quirking slightly in anticipation. The door is kicked shut by the Maverick’s heel and Asta’s drawing Danta closer to the heat of the flame as he melts against his side, soaking in the warmth that begins to radiate. The question has a low chuckle escaping him, his arm sweeping against Danta’s lower back as he begins to corral him toward their bed.
“Oh I most certainly did, darling.” He purrs. Truthfully, the butcher was entirely banking on Danta’s reaction for it all. And seeing just how delighted his lover was influenced the butcher’s opinions on the events tenfold. Even if they hadn’t gotten to the gifts yet. Instead, they step around them easily as they spill over from the pile they’ve become (toppling slightly by the brushing of his tail that sent one spiraling down that hit a couple of others on the path).
Asta doesn’t care much, though, because he’s pulling Danta in front of him toward the foot of their bed, walking him back until his back pressed against the post of their bed, his hands already seeking out the Maverick’s skin beneath his lovely attire, leaning in to snag a chaste kiss that leaves his head close enough to Danta’s that his voice is a low thrum of his accent when he speaks. “Now for the rest of the night, I am yours to play with, my Wasp.”
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
