i've always liked to play with fire

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

Stifling his cry of pleasure behind his teeth as Asta's hips suddenly snap forward, the movement does have Danta's smirk twisting more into a wince, though it's far from pain he feels. "Fuck," he hisses breathlessly, suspended for a blissful few moments before he feels the other man withdraw from him at last, though already the Maverick aches for more. And he's about to say as much when all at once there are strong fingers in his hair and a hand bruising against his thigh and the force of Asta's cock driving into him hard enough to steal his breath and his sense entirely.

Hearing his name spill from the other man's lips like that, though, has his lips parting in a needy moan, Danta's fingers clutching at the sheets with white knuckles. "I could listen to that all day," he groans, rolling his hips ever so slightly as if Asta might be able to thrust deeper into him, an act that has the Maverick almost seeing stars. "More," he urges nonetheless, though whether he means the butcher's cock or the sound of his name on his tongue is anyone's guess. (It's both though, let's be honest).

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

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