// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“Not the rain, darling, the screams.” He corrects gently, recalling not exactly the rain that would bring them but on feast days – days in particular that the butcher had a hand in when he wasn’t needed. The occasion to bring those that had gotten lost in the Climb’s heat and terrain to one last event. Though it occurs to him after the question leaves that Danta likely wasn’t often a part of those events.
Wisely, he focuses on not doubling down on that aspect when Danta’s beneath him, arching up against him perfectly. It’s the best distraction, honestly, with how Asta gives him absolutely every ounce of his attention. “You do an incredible job all year, love, this season is just the time I cannot rein it in as well.” He confirms, lips tracing the line of Danta’s neck with the open expanse, his hands finding the Maverick’s stomach and the hem of his clothes to slip under to feel more of his skin and the heat that radiates from him.
Wisely, he focuses on not doubling down on that aspect when Danta’s beneath him, arching up against him perfectly. It’s the best distraction, honestly, with how Asta gives him absolutely every ounce of his attention. “You do an incredible job all year, love, this season is just the time I cannot rein it in as well.” He confirms, lips tracing the line of Danta’s neck with the open expanse, his hands finding the Maverick’s stomach and the hem of his clothes to slip under to feel more of his skin and the heat that radiates from him.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
