in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Arrogant and a fucking tease as it so happens, Danta hissing in another curse as he feels the other man leave him desperately wanting, and cold blue eyes flutter open to gaze down the length of his body at Astaroth, shit-eating expression and all. "Don't flatter yourself, I haven't screamed your name yet," he whispers back, voice tight from the other Ancient's continued ministrations.
With fair hair a tousled mess and his cheeks pink from wine and pleasure both, the Maverick happily welcomes the other man between his thighs, the hot weight of his body already enough to send a lick of pleasure thrumming through the base of his spine. Seeming to relax and tense up all at the same time as Asta finally enters him, Danta's hiss of encouragement comes pressed against the side of the Ancient's throat, blunt fingernails leaving crescents along his back and shoulders.
"Like you mean it," he pants against the shell of his ear.
With fair hair a tousled mess and his cheeks pink from wine and pleasure both, the Maverick happily welcomes the other man between his thighs, the hot weight of his body already enough to send a lick of pleasure thrumming through the base of his spine. Seeming to relax and tense up all at the same time as Asta finally enters him, Danta's hiss of encouragement comes pressed against the side of the Ancient's throat, blunt fingernails leaving crescents along his back and shoulders.
"Like you mean it," he pants against the shell of his ear.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
