// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
Blinded in the come down, between the stars and the white hot temptation of Danta’s kiss that the butcher sinks into without a second thought, they only part when his lungs scream. As the kiss breaks, Asta’s chest heaves with those panting breaths that mirror his lover’s in the space between them.
Shivering in delight to seek the dance of fingers down his back and spine, over too sensitive and deadened scar tissue, goosebumps rise in waves expanding out from each attentive spot the Maverick grants attention. And when he laughs, it drags Asta out of the temporary bliss he’d been wholly focused on.
Lips curling and surging forward to brush his nose against Danta’s with easy confidence, the butcher shakes his head. “I don’t mind at all, darling.” He confirms on a hoarse and breathy Whitebrim etched voice. And with Danta’s hands out of the danger zone, he drops the glamour to let his horns spark to life again, his scarlet and ash spaded tail wrapping protectively around Danta’s leg to keep him close all while Asta’s arms squeeze around him once before his fingertips start drawing idle designs against the blonde Ancient’s back. “So long as I have you, I’ll never mind the rest of it.” Amusement and promise flicker in the dark of his eyes in case Danta needed more proof while he continues to try and catch his breath.
Shivering in delight to seek the dance of fingers down his back and spine, over too sensitive and deadened scar tissue, goosebumps rise in waves expanding out from each attentive spot the Maverick grants attention. And when he laughs, it drags Asta out of the temporary bliss he’d been wholly focused on.
Lips curling and surging forward to brush his nose against Danta’s with easy confidence, the butcher shakes his head. “I don’t mind at all, darling.” He confirms on a hoarse and breathy Whitebrim etched voice. And with Danta’s hands out of the danger zone, he drops the glamour to let his horns spark to life again, his scarlet and ash spaded tail wrapping protectively around Danta’s leg to keep him close all while Asta’s arms squeeze around him once before his fingertips start drawing idle designs against the blonde Ancient’s back. “So long as I have you, I’ll never mind the rest of it.” Amusement and promise flicker in the dark of his eyes in case Danta needed more proof while he continues to try and catch his breath.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
