// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
Asta will forgive him for being occupied enough to not respond to the dramatics on display – after all, he’s positive there will be plenty more before this vacation is over. The hands that spread through his dark hair and tighten, holding him at bay are met with the withdrawal of a huff of breath, a sharp grin, the snap of teeth well out of the way of catching anything but it might not seem like it off the bat. “Does it not remind you of the Climb in some aspects?” The butcher asks of the rain as he’s tugged closer to the puddle of furs.
“I am positive you can.” He purrs, and honestly he should know better than to trust the wicked grin that Danta shoots at him, but he’s reasonably very distracted as he’s tugged and an ungentlemanly ”oomph,” leaves him as he collapses into the blankets with his fiancé.
Wasting little time, however, the butcher crowds and encroaches on Danta’s space, lips descending on Danta’s collarbone first, before immediately dropping to his other side, and up to his neck over scars that have long since healed that match perfectly to the teeth so close to his neck. “You are distracting, Wasp.” Comes the drawl, rising enough to peer up at him with a cheshire grin, his tail wagging.
“I am positive you can.” He purrs, and honestly he should know better than to trust the wicked grin that Danta shoots at him, but he’s reasonably very distracted as he’s tugged and an ungentlemanly ”oomph,” leaves him as he collapses into the blankets with his fiancé.
Wasting little time, however, the butcher crowds and encroaches on Danta’s space, lips descending on Danta’s collarbone first, before immediately dropping to his other side, and up to his neck over scars that have long since healed that match perfectly to the teeth so close to his neck. “You are distracting, Wasp.” Comes the drawl, rising enough to peer up at him with a cheshire grin, his tail wagging.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
