[SE] safety off, fire away

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

“Well, yes. That is your status quo, though.” As far as Asta was concerned, the only less reservations the Maverick could have would be napping completely nude in the sun for everyone to see. Which, if they’re both being honest, likely isn’t too far away. But Astaroth selfishly adores the angry sharks adorning the blonde’s shorts, with their sharp triangle teeth that match the butcher’s own.

His head tilts easily with the path that Danta trails his lips, humming a thoughtful sound as the answer comes in precisely what he was imagining the other Ancient to say. And it’s with a dark laugh that purrs out of him, punctuated with the very gasp he’s craving, that the butcher nearly shivers in delight to feel the blunt pinch of Danta’s teeth against his earlobe. “I will not say no, but it does mean we will need to be a touch more crafty with the spark.” His teeth click with the punctuation, even as he lets his hands loosen from their possessive grip to trail blunt nails up the blonde’s spine; smoothing over the expanse of his shoulders to pull him in closer.

At the same time he adjusts his hips, lacking in the heat and attention Danta’s own likely have, but not less interested in it because of the lack of his own body’s reaction. The flush to his cheeks is indicator enough.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"And don't you forget it." Danta grins. They haven't explicitly spoken about it, of course, but the Maverick does wonder if it will be a conversation they need to have soon, about his status quo and where it stands given their feelings for one another, not to mention that he owns a brothel of all places.

Again, though - absolutely not a conversation for right the fuck now.

Not when Asta treats him to exactly what he's craving, Danta smiling a dark kiss against the butcher's cheek as he draws back once more to regard him. "And you said you were a simple man," he whispers; simple men don't need bloodshed to get an erection, Asta, FYI. Luckily for the butcher, they are both quite complex individuals in that regard, and though the other man will definitely feel the firm press of Danta's interest against his belly, the Maverick is confident in his ability to bring him up to speed, so to speak.

"Let's see," he murmurs, leaning in for an almost too-slow kiss, his tongue taking its sweet time in its explorations. "I think I learned this from you." He draws back just enough, and whilst his own teeth aren't all as sharp as the butcher's, Dygra has given him fangs for a reason. It takes little effort for him to nip at his own lower lip, painting it with a steady flow of blood, before he leans in, greedy and hard, to fill Asta's mouth with the taste.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!