// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“I would hope not. Next season will be an adventure for us both.” The butcher says knowingly, trying his best to not let the laugh fully leave him, instead snorting softly under his breath as he helps squish the marshmallow between the two sides of the cracker to make the smores, watching as the marshmallow melts between the pieces, the chocolate dripping into the graham cracker in what appears to be the most delicious rustic looking smores he thinks he’s ever seen.
As the poker is removed, the butcher goes to hand his lover the smore, rolling his eyes playfully before Asta’s conceding his hand easily. A feat only truly afforded to the man sitting beside him. “Mm, well, I would hope that you will love me and take care of me even when my fingers get sticky.” He can’t help the smirk that blooms on his face, tugging on the corners as his eyes follow the trail of his fiance’s tongue that cleans off the marshmallow as he continues his playful little jest. "I know I can be a lot at times." It does take some effort though, marshmallows tend to be sticky beasts, but Danta gets it with only minor influence by the butcher – twisting his finger this way and that to help him.
Once he’s finished, though, the butcher’s hand twists around to cup his lover’s jaw and lean in to press a kiss to his lips, indulging in the brief taste of sweetness lingering there. “Alright, it is your turn now.” The butcher purrs against his lips, withdrawing to snag his pokers with the marshmallows that are more browned than Danta’s own had been.
As the poker is removed, the butcher goes to hand his lover the smore, rolling his eyes playfully before Asta’s conceding his hand easily. A feat only truly afforded to the man sitting beside him. “Mm, well, I would hope that you will love me and take care of me even when my fingers get sticky.” He can’t help the smirk that blooms on his face, tugging on the corners as his eyes follow the trail of his fiance’s tongue that cleans off the marshmallow as he continues his playful little jest. "I know I can be a lot at times." It does take some effort though, marshmallows tend to be sticky beasts, but Danta gets it with only minor influence by the butcher – twisting his finger this way and that to help him.
Once he’s finished, though, the butcher’s hand twists around to cup his lover’s jaw and lean in to press a kiss to his lips, indulging in the brief taste of sweetness lingering there. “Alright, it is your turn now.” The butcher purrs against his lips, withdrawing to snag his pokers with the marshmallows that are more browned than Danta’s own had been.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
