// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The snap of Danta’s teeth doesn’t dissuade Asta from the prize of snagging his fiance’s chin, if anything it bolsters the thought even more as he steals the kiss and continues to blaze a path down his neck. Distracted in part by the fingers that work magic against his spine, warmth exuding along all the sensitive skin and scar tissue, his tail twitches comfortably as he presses apologetic kisses to the wound that thankfully has clotted and become not as much of an issue as they had potentially been before.
It’s enough to keep Asta from retrieving the first aid kit to ensure he heals well from it, focused instead on the dramatics of Danta’s voice. “What were you thinking.” He hums warmly before he buries his face into the crook of his lover’s neck, amusement felt in the smile pressed to his skin and tickled by the scruff of his beard. He’s half tempted to tell Danta that yes he should expect much more of his insatiable appetite, but when he speaks next it entirely takes his attention away from the previous comment.
Lifting his head to press a kiss to his jaw, he rises back into Danta’s view – his dark gaze taking him in quizzically and amused. “Force me to relax?” He asks, his sharp teeth on display in the grin sent his way. “Consider me intrigued.” Shifting slightly to settle and watch as if Danta might be able to produce the possibility with the snap of his fingers, Asta waits to see what the other Ancient potentially has in mind.
It’s enough to keep Asta from retrieving the first aid kit to ensure he heals well from it, focused instead on the dramatics of Danta’s voice. “What were you thinking.” He hums warmly before he buries his face into the crook of his lover’s neck, amusement felt in the smile pressed to his skin and tickled by the scruff of his beard. He’s half tempted to tell Danta that yes he should expect much more of his insatiable appetite, but when he speaks next it entirely takes his attention away from the previous comment.
Lifting his head to press a kiss to his jaw, he rises back into Danta’s view – his dark gaze taking him in quizzically and amused. “Force me to relax?” He asks, his sharp teeth on display in the grin sent his way. “Consider me intrigued.” Shifting slightly to settle and watch as if Danta might be able to produce the possibility with the snap of his fingers, Asta waits to see what the other Ancient potentially has in mind.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
