[SE] everybody is a book of blood

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Snorting but refusing to rise to the bait of arguing with a man who gets his kicks out of being a petty fuck, instead Danta all but buries his face into the side of Asta's neck, exposing his nape and allowing every bit of fuss he wants to deliver. "I never do, not unless it's for a reason," he insists, voice muffled and quiet but the amusement still clear in his tone. If he's trying to keep control of himself it's to prolong their combined pleasure, but when Asta goes and whispers his sweet nothings - as he almost always does - Danta rarely stands a chance.

And he's certain the butcher knows it, too.

Groaning contently to feel long fingers feather fire through his hair and down the back of his neck, the Maverick burrows closer against his fiance, his tail flicking idly at the tip. "You're far too good at that," he whispers, already feeling his eyes growing heavy. "You better quit it if you want me awake for the rest of the evening."

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

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

Amused and somewhat put off by the way Danta doesn’t rise to the obvious bait, it’s there and gone in an instant as the Maverick buries his face into his neck, allowing him to double down on his affections on the nape of his neck. “Mhmm,” Asta purrs to the insistence, a soft little laugh escaping him as he settles in to offer those little sweet nothings, knowing that Danta would be helpless after, especially with the fire blooming through his fingers against warm skin.

He makes room for him to nestle in closer, warm and indulgent despite the rain that patters against the window and the scream rain that keeps trying to detract from the moment they have. “Dare I say that a nice long nap curled up with you would be one additional highlight of my evening?” He raises his brow, withdrawing from the affections so he can bully them under the blankets and dispel the fire, so he doesn’t set the bedding aflame.

Only then does he nestle Danta in, putting up his glamour so that he doesn’t scratch their headboard, tucking Danta in against his neck and chest again, corralling him in to give him all of the attention and affections it’ll take for him to fall asleep,, because the butcher isn’t that far behind him.

- FIN

Astaroth

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