// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He wants to bark back a careful, what? because he knows fully what he’s doing, even if his urge and mind seem to suggest otherwise. But as it stands, he’s blocked and muffled, panting and grunting against the arm that keeps his sounds from being too loud. Not that he thinks Danta would mind, but there’s a reputation to uphold, isn’t there?
The praise is met surprisingly well, flushing and shivering in his anticipation. His dark eyes close and his body rocks with the sensation of the Theocrat’s lazy strokes on his aching, ignored length. Bruises will likely form beneath where Danta’s hands keep his thighs, but there’s absolutely zero complaints. He’s done worse. In fact, the second Danta thrusts and cums, Asta bites down just enough on his arm to not draw blood, but enough to leave marks against his skin, held in place by the other man’s tail.
To which, Asta isn’t far behind, the tight tether snapping as his tail curls around Danta’s own in a mirror of a spiral of snakes, body twitching as he cums, spreading the mess all between the two of them with another growled groan of curses. The bliss lasts all but a second before his hands are moving now, tugging Danta down in a devouring, all consuming kiss.
The praise is met surprisingly well, flushing and shivering in his anticipation. His dark eyes close and his body rocks with the sensation of the Theocrat’s lazy strokes on his aching, ignored length. Bruises will likely form beneath where Danta’s hands keep his thighs, but there’s absolutely zero complaints. He’s done worse. In fact, the second Danta thrusts and cums, Asta bites down just enough on his arm to not draw blood, but enough to leave marks against his skin, held in place by the other man’s tail.
To which, Asta isn’t far behind, the tight tether snapping as his tail curls around Danta’s own in a mirror of a spiral of snakes, body twitching as he cums, spreading the mess all between the two of them with another growled groan of curses. The bliss lasts all but a second before his hands are moving now, tugging Danta down in a devouring, all consuming kiss.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
