Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
Oh he can already tell that Danta’s intending on serenading him. Between the sounds already slipping past his lover’s lips, he gladly swallows down the moan that escapes him as he sinks lower onto him, as if he might be able to get into his skin if he tries hard enough. The kiss deepens with everything that sparks heat to the butcher’s body, zeroing in and focusing on the tinge of iron that floods through and the sharpness of teeth and fangs – and at this point, it could be either of theirs that sparked it as far as he knows.
Danta knows precisely the things that get the Butcher in motion, though, with the begged whisper and the arch of his back, Asta is helpless to ignore it. “You will, darling.” He promises, the tone of his voice thickly accented, a vow made true with the way the hand that had propped him up curves so he can plunge his fingers into golden strands, tugging at them a little sharply at the same time he finally lines them up and wastes zero time in sinking in as deep as he can, his body shivering with delight and restraint.
The shakiness of the restraint in him is evident in his tail the most, where it wraps around Danta’s legs to hook him there, anchoring as the Butcher picks a pace and dives in for another bloody kiss, riled up enough to not care where his sharp teeth land.
Danta knows precisely the things that get the Butcher in motion, though, with the begged whisper and the arch of his back, Asta is helpless to ignore it. “You will, darling.” He promises, the tone of his voice thickly accented, a vow made true with the way the hand that had propped him up curves so he can plunge his fingers into golden strands, tugging at them a little sharply at the same time he finally lines them up and wastes zero time in sinking in as deep as he can, his body shivering with delight and restraint.
The shakiness of the restraint in him is evident in his tail the most, where it wraps around Danta’s legs to hook him there, anchoring as the Butcher picks a pace and dives in for another bloody kiss, riled up enough to not care where his sharp teeth land.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
