// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“It is very lucky for me.” The butcher remarks, smirking against his lover’s neck, tail still wagging as Danta’s leg hooks around his waist, pinning him there – not like there’s anywhere else he’d rather be. Curling into him a bit more, listening to the brief thrum of rain and screams as the backdrop, Asta’s quite confident that this is perhaps the best start to Leafchange they’d had so far since he’d gotten the Feirw shift.
After all, the last time had the sudden and rude awakening of Kiada dropping a note off under the door which had absolutely sent him into that protective mode. Here, without another soul in sight, that part of him can relax.
As Danta’s voice pitches low and Asta’s fingers drag along the soft skin and dips and curves of his lover’s sides while his lips trail a blazing path along his neck, just short of finding a way to nip and bite without drawing too much damage. It’s the Maverick’s tantalizing voice that prevents it for the time, though, while Asta smirks. “I was enjoying the view.” He’d not wanted to interrupt it, even if a large portion of him did think about pinning his lover down anyway he could. But with the rain falling, he’s quite pleased that he’d had enough restraint.
For now, though, he drops a bit more weight down, his hips pressing into the other Ancient’s as a precursor before he speaks, sucking a mark into the soft skin just below Danta’s jeweled ear. “Besides, you were busy pitching two of them, by my count.” He whispers knowingly, withdrawing enough to let his dark gaze, swallowed by the desire that thrums through him like lightning.
After all, the last time had the sudden and rude awakening of Kiada dropping a note off under the door which had absolutely sent him into that protective mode. Here, without another soul in sight, that part of him can relax.
As Danta’s voice pitches low and Asta’s fingers drag along the soft skin and dips and curves of his lover’s sides while his lips trail a blazing path along his neck, just short of finding a way to nip and bite without drawing too much damage. It’s the Maverick’s tantalizing voice that prevents it for the time, though, while Asta smirks. “I was enjoying the view.” He’d not wanted to interrupt it, even if a large portion of him did think about pinning his lover down anyway he could. But with the rain falling, he’s quite pleased that he’d had enough restraint.
For now, though, he drops a bit more weight down, his hips pressing into the other Ancient’s as a precursor before he speaks, sucking a mark into the soft skin just below Danta’s jeweled ear. “Besides, you were busy pitching two of them, by my count.” He whispers knowingly, withdrawing enough to let his dark gaze, swallowed by the desire that thrums through him like lightning.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
