// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
“That is so.” The butcher answers with a surprising amount of confidence – because honestly, what’s the worst that happens? Poor Porn Lord loses a finger or a hand for the sheer fact of judging them? As far as Asta knew, he wrote with some kind of weird quill. But that’s neither here nor there as he starts to litter his lover with affection, only barely able to keep the low thrum of a sound from leaving his throat where Danta focuses his fingers where his horns typically sat as the equivalent of rubbing a dog’s ears.
Humming a note of agreement that Danta would handle the arrangement of such an affair, he focuses on dragging his kisses along his fiance’s pulse, the smooth, fire hot skin against his lips as he carefully poses each kiss. The distraction works as he intends, though, while Danta gets two of the potential titles out before he’s nudging him up to kiss him properly and the butcher dives in more than willingly.
His tail finally has calmed down to wrap around Danta’s own leg, intertwined together as he delves into the kiss. He withdraws enough to nip his own tongue with his too sharp teeth, so the next press of their lips is painted in crimson, before he’s withdrawing with a playful nip at Danta’s lower lip, and if it draws more blood… well. It’s to be expected. “I think he should call it Blood Diamond.” He muses playfully, voice low and thickly accented.
Humming a note of agreement that Danta would handle the arrangement of such an affair, he focuses on dragging his kisses along his fiance’s pulse, the smooth, fire hot skin against his lips as he carefully poses each kiss. The distraction works as he intends, though, while Danta gets two of the potential titles out before he’s nudging him up to kiss him properly and the butcher dives in more than willingly.
His tail finally has calmed down to wrap around Danta’s own leg, intertwined together as he delves into the kiss. He withdraws enough to nip his own tongue with his too sharp teeth, so the next press of their lips is painted in crimson, before he’s withdrawing with a playful nip at Danta’s lower lip, and if it draws more blood… well. It’s to be expected. “I think he should call it Blood Diamond.” He muses playfully, voice low and thickly accented.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
