// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
It will take work for the butcher, but he’s more than happy to try — content to challenge himself if only because there’s no one around for miles and zero threats to be on the lookout for. It leaves him with every ounce of his attention focused on the Maverick with the intention to indulge. So he rids them of the rest of their clothes, drags Danta up against him.
His hands slip up into the furs and Asta’s eyes are dark and glittering with desire as he takes in the view he has, too, both of their lips a shade redder than they typically are. “It’s the scars isn’t it?” He asks with amusement, lips twitching into a smirk as he drags a hand from Danta’s chest, down his stomach in a slow and exploratory drag, lower and lower until his fingers can stroke along the hard length of his fiance’s.
Readjusting his legs slightly and jostling Danta as minimally as he can, he guides himself slow and easily into his lover, loosening the indulgent and low toned moan from his lips, tension building in his shoulders and chest as he presses in and over his lover as far as he can go.
His hands slip up into the furs and Asta’s eyes are dark and glittering with desire as he takes in the view he has, too, both of their lips a shade redder than they typically are. “It’s the scars isn’t it?” He asks with amusement, lips twitching into a smirk as he drags a hand from Danta’s chest, down his stomach in a slow and exploratory drag, lower and lower until his fingers can stroke along the hard length of his fiance’s.
Readjusting his legs slightly and jostling Danta as minimally as he can, he guides himself slow and easily into his lover, loosening the indulgent and low toned moan from his lips, tension building in his shoulders and chest as he presses in and over his lover as far as he can go.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
