// you knew who I was //
Words form on Danta's lips, only to scatter to the wind as Asta tilts his head back and leans in to stake a claim against his throat. Gasping something that vaguely sounds like the other man's name, he lets one arm slip up into the back of his dark hair, the other braced across his scarred shoulders for leverage. Given that he owns a brothel and has sex enough to rival a lot of the workers there, it's a high bar for the Maverick to say he's been thoroughly fucked, but gods if the butcher doesn't manage it each and every time.
(There's probably subtext there too, but no one needs to look too deeply at that).
The hand in Asta's hair is eventually forced to slip between them, Danta stroking a hard and feverish rhythm against his own cock, cheeks flushed and bruises already threatening against his hips and throat. "Fuck, I'm about to cum--" he manages, just about, the words stuttered between the relentless pace of the other man's thrusts.
(There's probably subtext there too, but no one needs to look too deeply at that).
The hand in Asta's hair is eventually forced to slip between them, Danta stroking a hard and feverish rhythm against his own cock, cheeks flushed and bruises already threatening against his hips and throat. "Fuck, I'm about to cum--" he manages, just about, the words stuttered between the relentless pace of the other man's thrusts.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
