in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Happy to give more and all and every if Asta keeps this up, Danta leans into every offered touch, savouring the hot fingers against his skin, the kisses punctuated with teeth and the way the room fills with a heat that goes beyond the roaring fire and the lingering, sun-warmed stones outside. Hiccuping in a breath as the other man's hands plunge further south, skilled and possessive in every touch and squeeze, Asta will be treated to a fresh array of encouragement dragged from the Maverick's throat.
Cursing softly - but by no means intending for him to stop - Danta inhales sharply to find the weight blanketing him suddenly gone. Not only that - there's suddenly a dark eyed demon between his legs, and fuck if that isn't hot. "Now I'm very glad I didn't agree to the muzzle," he purrs, a crooked smile on his face.
Cursing softly - but by no means intending for him to stop - Danta inhales sharply to find the weight blanketing him suddenly gone. Not only that - there's suddenly a dark eyed demon between his legs, and fuck if that isn't hot. "Now I'm very glad I didn't agree to the muzzle," he purrs, a crooked smile on his face.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
