in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Pleasure and pain mingle into a ball of chaos that seems to thrum low in Danta's gut and at the base of his throat, the Maverick left panting for breath as the press of the other man's teeth force his head back. Falling apart is on the cards and then some, and while he has no partial shift of claws to draw upon, there will certainly be marks against Asta's back and shoulders, though they by no means rival the old scars there.
"Gods, I'm close--" He moans, unaware - but also not caring - that the curtains are still fluttering over the very open doorway to the balcony. As a result, when Danta cums, it is with Asta's name on his lips - and it's there for all of Torchline to hear.
With a mind entirely blank with static and ecstasy and a sudden and inexplicable urge to hurt as if to balance things out (and that's not a kink, Danta, that's trauma), the Maverick is left adrift in the wake of Asta's own pursuit of pleasure. Happily so, as it happens.
"Gods, I'm close--" He moans, unaware - but also not caring - that the curtains are still fluttering over the very open doorway to the balcony. As a result, when Danta cums, it is with Asta's name on his lips - and it's there for all of Torchline to hear.
With a mind entirely blank with static and ecstasy and a sudden and inexplicable urge to hurt as if to balance things out (and that's not a kink, Danta, that's trauma), the Maverick is left adrift in the wake of Asta's own pursuit of pleasure. Happily so, as it happens.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
