// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
It’s a good thing Danta stops when he does – because he very much considers burning away the cloth and risks setting their nest on fire with the process of it – hands heating up enough that the tips of his fingers gleam with sparks of flame before he diminishes it the second Danta’s relaxing and letting him work off his shirt. And despite the frustration of it, he does snort softly because each and every time he should know better – that it isn’t ever going to be simple with these attempts.
The I want you is met with the low thrum of Asta’s response, poured like honey into Danta’s mouth, goosebumps rising along his skin where the scars aren’t. “I want you more.” Comes the playful and softer taunt, edged with something almost surprising with how Danta’s pleading question reaches his ears and he does slow down on his initial speed of things.
He can be indulgent, Leafchange or not, and there’s almost a feverishly softer side of Asta’s raging hormones as he descends and presses indulgent iron tinged kisses along his lover’s lips and the corner of his mouth, trailing it along the sharp edge of his cheek bone before he reaches that glitteringly jeweled ear. “It’s a good thing you asked me now.” He teases again, his tail unwinding from his lover’s leg just enough that he can shift enough for Danta to work between them to get the rest of their clothes open. Between the two of them, it’s easy adjustments before he’s rising up on his knees, hands smoothing down the sides of his lover’s legs and up to his hips before he’s tugging him up against him in a way that Danta might be able to wrap his legs around him, his tail snaking out to try and coil with the other Ancient's.
The I want you is met with the low thrum of Asta’s response, poured like honey into Danta’s mouth, goosebumps rising along his skin where the scars aren’t. “I want you more.” Comes the playful and softer taunt, edged with something almost surprising with how Danta’s pleading question reaches his ears and he does slow down on his initial speed of things.
He can be indulgent, Leafchange or not, and there’s almost a feverishly softer side of Asta’s raging hormones as he descends and presses indulgent iron tinged kisses along his lover’s lips and the corner of his mouth, trailing it along the sharp edge of his cheek bone before he reaches that glitteringly jeweled ear. “It’s a good thing you asked me now.” He teases again, his tail unwinding from his lover’s leg just enough that he can shift enough for Danta to work between them to get the rest of their clothes open. Between the two of them, it’s easy adjustments before he’s rising up on his knees, hands smoothing down the sides of his lover’s legs and up to his hips before he’s tugging him up against him in a way that Danta might be able to wrap his legs around him, his tail snaking out to try and coil with the other Ancient's.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
