// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
Danta knows him so well, a fact that no longer worries him. And as the Maverick sticks that post it note of what Asta likes to hear alongside the rest of them, the butcher can’t help the brief smirk that blooms on his face as he makes his decision, the heat of his body only growing in this momentary stalemate while they decide just what they intend to get up to.
Despite the darkness that’s overtaken their surroundings, the air in the desert is still warm, illuminated by the lantern light in such a way that it would be difficult for Asta to tell if there’s any threats around. It’s for the best, though, because it means his entire focus is settled entirely on Danta and how he might be able to draw more of those breathless sounds from his beautiful throat.
“To the stars it is.” Asta rumbles with a soft laugh as he parts from the kiss, flushed and full of lust and desire as Danta readjusts, the shadow of his tail lashing about in content as Asta, too, takes the moment to indulge in the feeling, pressing the grunt of the sound into the kiss as they finally settle back in.
He pulls away from the kiss, hands dropping and sweeping around from Danta’s spine to his thighs now, blunt fingernails dragging little pink marks in against his flesh in a temporary marking as his cock throbs. He still has his glamour up, leaving him rather plain looking as he peers up at the Maverick with an almost coy look as he’s ‘pinned’ there beneath his hands, barely hiding the small tug of a smirk with the sultry glitter that fills his dark gaze. “Gods you are perfect.” He purrs his little praise, hips rocking into him as a shiver races down his spine. At the same time, one hand drifts from his thigh to his cock, ensuring that with each thrust of his hips that Danta also gets some tension and relief with the stroke of his hand.
Despite the darkness that’s overtaken their surroundings, the air in the desert is still warm, illuminated by the lantern light in such a way that it would be difficult for Asta to tell if there’s any threats around. It’s for the best, though, because it means his entire focus is settled entirely on Danta and how he might be able to draw more of those breathless sounds from his beautiful throat.
“To the stars it is.” Asta rumbles with a soft laugh as he parts from the kiss, flushed and full of lust and desire as Danta readjusts, the shadow of his tail lashing about in content as Asta, too, takes the moment to indulge in the feeling, pressing the grunt of the sound into the kiss as they finally settle back in.
He pulls away from the kiss, hands dropping and sweeping around from Danta’s spine to his thighs now, blunt fingernails dragging little pink marks in against his flesh in a temporary marking as his cock throbs. He still has his glamour up, leaving him rather plain looking as he peers up at the Maverick with an almost coy look as he’s ‘pinned’ there beneath his hands, barely hiding the small tug of a smirk with the sultry glitter that fills his dark gaze. “Gods you are perfect.” He purrs his little praise, hips rocking into him as a shiver races down his spine. At the same time, one hand drifts from his thigh to his cock, ensuring that with each thrust of his hips that Danta also gets some tension and relief with the stroke of his hand.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
