black magic preacher

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

If he wasn’t so preoccupied with the taste of his blood on his tongue and the teeth leaving marks against the Maverick’s neck, he might have found it in him to respond. As it stands, he’s far too distracted by the lullaby leaving Danta’s lips, the feel of him, the heat radiating between them. All he can offer is his own symphony, paired with chasing that rabbit.

And it’s true that he is close, because no sooner than it leaves his lips, does the warm mess spread between them and Asta gasps with the sensation, his name cries out loud enough that if he cared more about his status he might find shame in appearing along the alleys of this seedy region. But he doesn’t, and he growls his pleasure as the tension snaps within him and his calves tingle with the sensation as he lurches forward into Danta as he cums, panting and shifting incredibly fast as he presses his forehead against Danta’s sternum, biting the inside of his cheek enough to draw blood once again.

It drips from the corner of his mouth as he draws up, muscles trembling, hand snaking up between them to grip Danta’s jaw and crash into his lips for a greedy kiss.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine