you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
A laugh punches out of the Ancient as he's roughly readjusted and Ever's words trickle into his ears. It's not as hard as it could be but gods if it's enough, and the aviator's hands will likely leave more than a few pink marks on his skin by the time they're done. Speaking of done, though, as Ever's pace becomes something pounding and ruthless, Danta is heedless to resist the siren song of his own orgasm.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he hisses, his fingers clenching into fists against the wall and his toes curling as his climax builds as a pressure against the base of his spine. The slap of skin on skin is likely audible from outside the door, and as Danta does cum, Ever's name likely joins it, interspersed with curses and desperate pants for breath.
It's enough to almost make his kneeds buckle, Danta left using the wall in an effort to remain standing. He'd lean against the aviator if he were sure he could hold his weight, but at this moment in time, he really isn't.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he hisses, his fingers clenching into fists against the wall and his toes curling as his climax builds as a pressure against the base of his spine. The slap of skin on skin is likely audible from outside the door, and as Danta does cum, Ever's name likely joins it, interspersed with curses and desperate pants for breath.
It's enough to almost make his kneeds buckle, Danta left using the wall in an effort to remain standing. He'd lean against the aviator if he were sure he could hold his weight, but at this moment in time, he really isn't.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
