[SE] everybody is a book of blood

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

He doesn’t have to say it for the butcher to know. There’s a specific type of arrogance in his fiance that has him already imagining what the other Ancient might say even when he doesn’t have the ability to do it at that moment. So for now, Asta focuses entirely on indulging himself, with zero complaints from the Maverick in the process. Instead, he feels Danta’s hand make an attempt (a barely there one) to pin him down.

It doesn’t go too far, at least, not as he concedes ever so slightly as he continues to drive himself into the wickedness of his lover’s tongue and waiting mouth, each hitch and groan escaping him with a certain lilt that only grows a little more strained the closer Danta drags him to that edge. Mindful of it as he is, he doesn’t give in, but he does eventually have to break the eye contact, his chin tilting up and head tipping back as he loses himself in it for a moment or two. His tail, in the meantime, sweeps across the furs and blankets, under one of his legs to wrap loosely around the Maverick’s own length, giving a small amount of friction. Not nearly enough but something as Asta continues to indulge himself.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///