in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
For all of the events leading up to now, there's still a sliver of cognitive dissonance in Danta to see the taller man's sharp teeth so close to his most sensitive parts; simultaneously his cock twitches in anticipation of pleasure and yet his jaw clenches in case he's about to lose a very important asset. But let it never be said that the Maverick isn't glad to be wrong sometimes, because as Asta takes him into his mouth it's with a breathless and stuttering moan that he arches back against the sheets.
One hand tangles automatically into dark hair and darker horns, the other clutching at the sheets as if it might prevent his hips from rising and gagging the other man on the length of him. "Fuck," he hisses, eyes squeezing shut despite the fact that he also wants to burn this image into his mind forever.
One hand tangles automatically into dark hair and darker horns, the other clutching at the sheets as if it might prevent his hips from rising and gagging the other man on the length of him. "Fuck," he hisses, eyes squeezing shut despite the fact that he also wants to burn this image into his mind forever.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
