// you knew who I was //
Danta doesn't have to be told twice, and especially not by Asta; usually contrary to the point of his own detriment, this time he complies all too eagerly. His hips roll hard against the other man's, the hand not gripping his own cock slipping from around Asta's shoulders to grasp his jaw, even as his head is tugged back by the fingers in his hair. They both cum hard, pain mingling with pleasure in a way that feels almost like worship, and with his mind dissolving into static bliss and his limbs fizzing weightlessly with the force of his orgasm, Danta is good for precisely fucking nothing for a good few seconds and then some.
Panting hard and jealously wanting to claw back to the minutes before so he might enjoy them all over again, his head tips forward against Asta's forehead, and the grip against the butcher's jaw grows softer, fingers grazing across his cheeks and lips. "Fuck," he whispers eloquently, the word nearly formed around a breathless laugh. "I love the way you fuck me. Gods, I'm going to be sore, though."
Panting hard and jealously wanting to claw back to the minutes before so he might enjoy them all over again, his head tips forward against Asta's forehead, and the grip against the butcher's jaw grows softer, fingers grazing across his cheeks and lips. "Fuck," he whispers eloquently, the word nearly formed around a breathless laugh. "I love the way you fuck me. Gods, I'm going to be sore, though."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
