hold me tight or don't

// there's shadows on the walls //

It's perhaps unfair for Danta to force Asta to walk such a fine line in their current state, but gods if he doesn't love seeing it, the Maverick's eyes flashing up the length of the other man's body as if to savour the sight. Hopefully he'll remember it in the morning, even with how hard they'd hit the liquor.

In the meantime, it's with hands dragging lightly down the butcher's ribs and across his hips that he continues his affections, quite content to stay between his legs for now. His lips leave slow, crimson kisses against the inside of his thighs, and Asta might find it a little sudden, the way Danta's fingers suddenly grip the base of his cock and squeeze, but hopefully it keeps his attention front and centre - and away from thoughts of his jugular.

Wasting no further time on teasing, Danta takes the other man into his mouth with an almost greedy moan of satisfaction, shifting enough to kneel, to allow his free hand to dance its way back up the butcher's chest, as if to continue to hold him down if he needs to. Luckily he doesn't plan to linger here for long, and it's with a final flick of his tongue against the head of his cock that he draws himself over Asta, breathless and thoroughly wound up, though the other man can likely relate.

Dantalion

// of moments far too troubling to recall //