// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
Suspicion lingers, filling up the chambers of Asta’s chest, hackles raising a touch more as he sees the little pitter patter of rain begin to fall. He doesn’t get to stand around for long to inspect it, however, because before he knows it Danta’s tugging him back, and while it was an easy thing for the Maverick to do anytime of year, this time of year it’s almost necessary.
He goes willingly, ferried with the distraction Danta provides, ignoring the dull thump of the rain and the humid heat that fills their tent. “Darlinggg, do not make it sound so tempting.” Comes the playful whine, the quiet hum of a laugh behind the sharp smile aimed at his lover that’s clasped easily – the monster docile in Danta’s touch. He notes the soft kiss, the assurance within it that alleviates some of the threats that come to his mind, because the putty that Danta’s body becomes is far more of a better distraction for the stag in his bones.
Surging back into the kiss, the butcher’s arms wind around the blonde’s waist, tugging him closer as he indulges in the sweet kiss with a touch of greed and urgency, his tail sweeping over and wrapping around his lover’s leg tightly, as if ensuring the point that he wasn’t going to leave.
He goes willingly, ferried with the distraction Danta provides, ignoring the dull thump of the rain and the humid heat that fills their tent. “Darlinggg, do not make it sound so tempting.” Comes the playful whine, the quiet hum of a laugh behind the sharp smile aimed at his lover that’s clasped easily – the monster docile in Danta’s touch. He notes the soft kiss, the assurance within it that alleviates some of the threats that come to his mind, because the putty that Danta’s body becomes is far more of a better distraction for the stag in his bones.
Surging back into the kiss, the butcher’s arms wind around the blonde’s waist, tugging him closer as he indulges in the sweet kiss with a touch of greed and urgency, his tail sweeping over and wrapping around his lover’s leg tightly, as if ensuring the point that he wasn’t going to leave.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
