/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
The press of his lips ghost across each of the web of scars that span his chest. It’s attentive in a way that Asta still isn’t used to, regardless of how many times they’ve done this, and he quietly relishes each one. He doesn’t linger there, though, and he captivates the butcher with each sweeping pass of his hands along his ribs and sides until he’s settled precisely where he wants to be.
And all the while Asta has tried to be good — to not rush this. Especially as Danta looks up at him with those vibrant blues, sultry and attentive. The butcher tucks one arm under his head to prop him up a bit more, the other resting above his head against the crown of dark hair. “Oh as have I.” He purrs, his accent far thicker now than it had been earlier.
Anticipation roots in Asta’s stomach, enough that when Danta finally pays attention to his hard length, that a shivery groan leaves him as his legs spread a bit more to give him more room. His cock throbs in his fiancé’s hand with the unhurried stroke that already starts to test his patience — but it’s alleviated in the short span of moments after as Danta finally descends, his hot tongue and wet mouth precisely what the butcher wants, and he rewards the Maverick thoroughly for it. The moan that leaves him is entirely indulgent, with Danta’s name somewhere in the mix. His hips do rise, mindful enough of where Danta’s positioned himself, but not enough to not fully indulge in the opportunity presented to him. The scream of lightning brightens the room temporarily, but Asta’s eyes are only for the Maverick and the view from here as he rolls his hips, selfishly taking what he can and purring his praise. “Gods, you are perfect.”
And all the while Asta has tried to be good — to not rush this. Especially as Danta looks up at him with those vibrant blues, sultry and attentive. The butcher tucks one arm under his head to prop him up a bit more, the other resting above his head against the crown of dark hair. “Oh as have I.” He purrs, his accent far thicker now than it had been earlier.
Anticipation roots in Asta’s stomach, enough that when Danta finally pays attention to his hard length, that a shivery groan leaves him as his legs spread a bit more to give him more room. His cock throbs in his fiancé’s hand with the unhurried stroke that already starts to test his patience — but it’s alleviated in the short span of moments after as Danta finally descends, his hot tongue and wet mouth precisely what the butcher wants, and he rewards the Maverick thoroughly for it. The moan that leaves him is entirely indulgent, with Danta’s name somewhere in the mix. His hips do rise, mindful enough of where Danta’s positioned himself, but not enough to not fully indulge in the opportunity presented to him. The scream of lightning brightens the room temporarily, but Asta’s eyes are only for the Maverick and the view from here as he rolls his hips, selfishly taking what he can and purring his praise. “Gods, you are perfect.”
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
