Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
"You heard me," Danta purrs, and gods but he can't help it if the other man's touch, soft and teasing as it might be, doesn't drive him wild. Shifting to sit up and press flush back against Asta's chest as he continues to ghost his fingers against all the places the Maverick wishes he would bruise, thoughts of begging and victory start to grow tragically distant.
With his eyes slipping shut, he can feel as well as hear the rumble of the butcher's voice; and whilst the idea of being entirely anyone's would usually send him into a tailspin (Danta had spent the majority of his life up until now being owned, after all), when it comes from Asta, it doesn't carry the same fear and shame. On the contrary - he quite likes the idea.
Shifting back onto his elbows as the other man disappears, the Maverick just about has time to glance over his shoulder with soft confusion writ upon his face, when the sensation of teeth, bruising and delicious, shivers through him. "Wh--" he begins, the word half caught in a moan, only for Asta to quite literally give him exactly what he wants.
A moan punches out from his throat as he's suddenly taken and had, Danta grasping at the sheets and arching his back into the sensation, as if to provide an anchor for Astaroth to fuck against.
With his eyes slipping shut, he can feel as well as hear the rumble of the butcher's voice; and whilst the idea of being entirely anyone's would usually send him into a tailspin (Danta had spent the majority of his life up until now being owned, after all), when it comes from Asta, it doesn't carry the same fear and shame. On the contrary - he quite likes the idea.
Shifting back onto his elbows as the other man disappears, the Maverick just about has time to glance over his shoulder with soft confusion writ upon his face, when the sensation of teeth, bruising and delicious, shivers through him. "Wh--" he begins, the word half caught in a moan, only for Asta to quite literally give him exactly what he wants.
A moan punches out from his throat as he's suddenly taken and had, Danta grasping at the sheets and arching his back into the sensation, as if to provide an anchor for Astaroth to fuck against.
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
