// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“I love hearing that.” The butcher purrs against Danta’s lips, greedy and unashamedly granting the Maverick all of his attention as he keeps him close. Lips quirk up with the amusement, pressing against his lover’s neck as he presses each kiss against his warm skin. Hearing the question sparks more heat to blossom through him, warm and inviting even if it hasn’t been that long since they last tangled like this. The fervor of the season bleeds through him like its own inferno, taking no prisoners in its wake and certainly leaving no mercy.
Huffing a soft breath to feel Danta’s hips rock forward, teasing precisely just how he wants it to be, even if the first suggestion is something he decidedly does not want to do right now. To have his arms empty with the loss of the Maverick, for however long it lasts, is too much for Asta to bear while he currently has his prize.
His head tilts to hear the following whisper with a much more palatable suggestion, a hot snort brushing against his skin as his fingers drag down his lover’s spine. “Come now, darling, I love hearing you talk.” He purrs, smirking as he tilts to press a kiss to the hollow of his cheek. “Especially when I fuck you.” His voice drops back into that grittier tone, his own hips lifting against Danta’s for emphasis. “Ride me. Let’s see stars from the inside of this tent.” He decides swiftly, angling and adjusting Danta in such a way he can claim his lips again in a devouring kiss.
Huffing a soft breath to feel Danta’s hips rock forward, teasing precisely just how he wants it to be, even if the first suggestion is something he decidedly does not want to do right now. To have his arms empty with the loss of the Maverick, for however long it lasts, is too much for Asta to bear while he currently has his prize.
His head tilts to hear the following whisper with a much more palatable suggestion, a hot snort brushing against his skin as his fingers drag down his lover’s spine. “Come now, darling, I love hearing you talk.” He purrs, smirking as he tilts to press a kiss to the hollow of his cheek. “Especially when I fuck you.” His voice drops back into that grittier tone, his own hips lifting against Danta’s for emphasis. “Ride me. Let’s see stars from the inside of this tent.” He decides swiftly, angling and adjusting Danta in such a way he can claim his lips again in a devouring kiss.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
