the gold and the rust

// you knew who I was //

"How rude," Danta quips, even as he tosses the lubricant aside and adjusts himself more comfortably between Asta's thighs. Whether it's that another Ancient had landed an injury on Astaroth that he takes offence to, or merely the fact that he'd been sparring with anyone else to begin with... well, it's anyone's guess. The Maverick certainly isn't in a position to expand on his comment, bracing himself over the other man to steal another lusty kiss from his lips, even as the feathers spill from one of his pillows and he considers, vaguely, the places he's going to be finding them for the next few days.

In the meantime his free hand descends between them, gentle but insistent and focused entirely on preparing Asta for something a great deal larger than his fingers. "You have no idea," he assures him, smirking another kiss against the strong line of his jaw before shifting enough to press the head of his cock against the other man's entrance. It's with a slow roll of his hips that he enters him, breath stuttering against his throat, and though no small part of him wants to fuck hard and fast, gods but he knows better for at least a few moments.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted you like this," he purrs, voice sounding rough even to his own ears.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //