// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“I want you more.” Comes the taunting hum from Asta’s throat as he parts just enough to speak and tear away Danta’s shirt. The fabric rips with surprising ease, though perhaps that’s due to Asta’s near feral movements. Heat blooms from him, need and desire all wrapped up in a bundle of pent up need as Asta focuses on getting rid of as much of the restraints of their clothes as possible.
Not before teasing where he can, of course. It’s brief as he manages to tug his pants off, and between the two of them and Danta’s determination, the butcher’s pants don’t make it much longer either. And only then does Asta descend, seeking out a deeper kiss to share more of the red that paints both of their lips, having nicked the inside of his cheek in the process to flood their mouths with even more of it.
His hands find the Maverick again, dragging one of his legs up around his waist again before curling up the swell of his ass and tease and loosen him up, while his other hand skates up his chest in a slower motion. Paired with the heat of a spark of flame before he tangles his hand in his fiance’s blonde strands, he parts from the kiss as his chest rises and falls with the need for breath, utilizing it as the distraction to line them up. “You are so good for me, darling.” He purrs, his tail sweeping over to wrap around Danta’s leg to keep him there.
Not before teasing where he can, of course. It’s brief as he manages to tug his pants off, and between the two of them and Danta’s determination, the butcher’s pants don’t make it much longer either. And only then does Asta descend, seeking out a deeper kiss to share more of the red that paints both of their lips, having nicked the inside of his cheek in the process to flood their mouths with even more of it.
His hands find the Maverick again, dragging one of his legs up around his waist again before curling up the swell of his ass and tease and loosen him up, while his other hand skates up his chest in a slower motion. Paired with the heat of a spark of flame before he tangles his hand in his fiance’s blonde strands, he parts from the kiss as his chest rises and falls with the need for breath, utilizing it as the distraction to line them up. “You are so good for me, darling.” He purrs, his tail sweeping over to wrap around Danta’s leg to keep him there.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
