/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
The moaned encouragement is entirely unneeded by the motivation the butcher harbors, but he soaks it in anyway – absorbing the sound of the kiss as he sheds the Maverick from his own shirt. The blind feeling of Danta’s fingers up at his antlers removing the chains isn’t as messy as he anticipates, the chains not knotting together as they’re removed and set on the table.
“Of course I do, darling.” He purrs, absolutely having zero reasons to not trust him these days. As he’s reaching him again, Asta’s easily guided by the warmth of his lover’s fingers in his waistband alongside the way Danta snags a chair as well. Dropping into it, his tail winds around the chair leg as he sits back until his spine and scars press against the back of the chair, his dark gaze lifting up to watch him slip away, departing with a soft nip from Asta as they part.
Hands rise to thread through his dark hair that’s come undone now, his eyes tracking his lover as he retrieves bottled fountain water, absolutely picking up what Danta’s putting into the air. He bites his cheek away from asking if Danta was sure, because he’d asked if he trusted him and he absolutely does – but the movement has him slicing a small scratch into his cheek, flooding his mouth with a sweet iron tang that flushes him darker and has the tightness of his pants betraying the butcher’s quiet watch.
“Of course I do, darling.” He purrs, absolutely having zero reasons to not trust him these days. As he’s reaching him again, Asta’s easily guided by the warmth of his lover’s fingers in his waistband alongside the way Danta snags a chair as well. Dropping into it, his tail winds around the chair leg as he sits back until his spine and scars press against the back of the chair, his dark gaze lifting up to watch him slip away, departing with a soft nip from Asta as they part.
Hands rise to thread through his dark hair that’s come undone now, his eyes tracking his lover as he retrieves bottled fountain water, absolutely picking up what Danta’s putting into the air. He bites his cheek away from asking if Danta was sure, because he’d asked if he trusted him and he absolutely does – but the movement has him slicing a small scratch into his cheek, flooding his mouth with a sweet iron tang that flushes him darker and has the tightness of his pants betraying the butcher’s quiet watch.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
