// you knew who I was //
It's a refreshing sort of change, given the nature of their past dalliances, because Danta happens to be very good at giving a show (and that was even before he was the owner of a brothel). His lips blaze a trail down the other man's body that his fingers are keen to follow, hips lifting and tail curling up that he might better settle between Asta's thighs. Nipping a gentle mark against the jut of one of his hips, it's with a playful smirk and through eyes made dark with arousal that he straightens abruptly, one hand still teasing against Asta's stomach while the other starts to unbutton the vest he's wearing.
"I wouldn't want to ruin these fine clothes," he drawls - because he guarantees it's exactly what the other man would have done, and there's a painstaking few moments where vest and shirt are opened and the tie is slipped off. Discarding the garments - sorry Asta, but if you think he's folding them nicely you're mistaken - at last Danta is in a position to properly take what he wants, and he gives his attention, finally, to the butcher's hard cock.
Gripping the base, he takes Asta into his mouth with almost painstaking patience, humming a note of enthusiasm around him and squeezing.
"I wouldn't want to ruin these fine clothes," he drawls - because he guarantees it's exactly what the other man would have done, and there's a painstaking few moments where vest and shirt are opened and the tie is slipped off. Discarding the garments - sorry Asta, but if you think he's folding them nicely you're mistaken - at last Danta is in a position to properly take what he wants, and he gives his attention, finally, to the butcher's hard cock.
Gripping the base, he takes Asta into his mouth with almost painstaking patience, humming a note of enthusiasm around him and squeezing.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
