// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Oh he’s absolutely forgiven, because Asta’s thoughts are zeroed in on the sensation dragged with the slow descent in, sped up by the shift of the butcher’s hips. Smirking against his arm when he hears the curse, it’s one that’s repeated from Astaroth the second Danta’s sunk fully in. It’s a great start, because no sooner than he gets used to that, Danta’s pace increases, and he’s flushing immediately, meeting the press of the other man’s hips to keep driving him deeper with a louder punch of a groan.
Thoughts of the spire are nonexistent (aside from the induced thoughts of returning there with the sole purpose of using that slab he’d torn apart the deer on for fucking the Maverick) but he focuses on the here and now instead. Because there’s a sharp nip at the sensitivity of his throat and his cock throbs hard between them again, and Asta finds his mouth wrapping around his arm, teeth pressing into his forearm.
He likely isn’t going to last very long doing this, but gods if it hasn’t opened a whole new range of sensation for the butcher.
Thoughts of the spire are nonexistent (aside from the induced thoughts of returning there with the sole purpose of using that slab he’d torn apart the deer on for fucking the Maverick) but he focuses on the here and now instead. Because there’s a sharp nip at the sensitivity of his throat and his cock throbs hard between them again, and Asta finds his mouth wrapping around his arm, teeth pressing into his forearm.
He likely isn’t going to last very long doing this, but gods if it hasn’t opened a whole new range of sensation for the butcher.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
