// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
He can hear the protest start and he swiftly ends it with the way he descends. He lets his lips map line up his chest and collarbones, the spark of blood the last veil before the butcher finds himself crashing through it. This close he can hear each and every quiet gasp and loud moan, making even more fire blossom in his gut. Not that he really needs the help, the sheer look and feel of Danta like this is enough.
Panting into his skin, the butcher’s about to respond when Danta breaks and Asta shivers with it, praise slipping from his lips as he uses the bliss of the aftermath to help him ride it out to bring the butcher to the edge and spill over, too. In the end it’s the crescents in his skin already blooming a reddish hue and the pressure that have him succumbing, Danta’s own name purring out from his lips as he curls into his lover even more, shifting his attention nearly immediately. He rides it out, but not before the butcher stakes his claim with a greedy kiss of iron and smoke, his tail curling around his lover’s leg while his one hand slips up to curl into Danta’s own above his head in the sheets.
Panting into his skin, the butcher’s about to respond when Danta breaks and Asta shivers with it, praise slipping from his lips as he uses the bliss of the aftermath to help him ride it out to bring the butcher to the edge and spill over, too. In the end it’s the crescents in his skin already blooming a reddish hue and the pressure that have him succumbing, Danta’s own name purring out from his lips as he curls into his lover even more, shifting his attention nearly immediately. He rides it out, but not before the butcher stakes his claim with a greedy kiss of iron and smoke, his tail curling around his lover’s leg while his one hand slips up to curl into Danta’s own above his head in the sheets.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
